Eye to eye...?

The Studios were Kichiro's favorite place. So far. He'd been at the school for a few days. He wasn't that excited to go, but his parents had heard about it and thought it would be a good idea. They assumed it would cure their sons shy ways and bring him back a man ready to take over the family business. What was left of it, at least. In U.S. dollars the little thing didn't make hardly enough. He had sort of been hoping to start something on his own, but it was tradition to pass down the business to the first son. He was first, and his name meant lucky son, so why not?

Hiding away in a corner with his guitar and Jun he rested his head against the wall, playing songs through his head left and right and thinking about which to play. He'd be quiet, of course. There were quite a few people in the studios at the moment and he hated it when people overheard him playing. And singing. The singing was embarrassing because...well, it was embarrassing. He couldn't handle people listening to him. He'd have to get over that, but for the moment, he hoped it was just him.

He strummed away on the guitar he had brought with him and Jun looked up, noticing the sudden sound and movement. The red Siberian husky rested his heavy head on Kichi's leg and listened as the purple boy began to quietly sing one of his favorite Disney songs. He was a big fan, though not many knew. He had loved the Goofy Movie and was a big fan of the Eye to Eye song in it. Strumming what he'd learned and singing a little bit, he closed his eyes and drifted into his own world. Any form of interruption would probably cause him to disappear.

A teenager sat quietly in the corner of the room. He still didn't know anyone and was having trouble making friends.

Perhaps it was weird of her, but whenever Kimply needed to get away, she came to the studio. Whether or not there was people there, she would sit off in a chair at one of the art tables and draw maps, adding a dot where a person stood in that moment. Once she had drawn out a map of New York, and it had seemed like she'd spilled metallic shavings all over the paper.
It wasn't that she was particularly stressed, but after the mission and plenty of school work, she hadn't had much time to relax. She found herself randomly falling asleep in class or in the lounge. But forget relaxing. She had no time to practice her power. Closing her eyes, she let the world around her materialize in a blueprint, a constantly shifting map of the school and the inhabitants. Curiously, she opened her eyes whenever she noticed others in the room. She must have been to absorbed in her work to notice anyone else. A soft voice reached her ears and she looked around, her eyes a spotting a boy with purple hair strumming at a guitar and tilting his head back. Her gaze went down to the dog, and a smile lit up on her face. She patted her thigh, hoping the animal would journey on over. She wished she had a pet of her own, but her mother was afraid that she would some contagious disease or something. The woman could be totally lax about some things, but at other times, she was like a 5 foot tall dictator.

The teenager looked at the other person coming in and thought briefly about saying hello, but just glanced down awkwardly and resumed doing whatever he was doing.

Kichiro wasn't really one to talk to other people unless they spoke to him. Sometimes he just didn't speak at all. So when he noticed two other people in the room, he ignored them both. He continued to strum on his guitar and sing Disney songs. Jun on his knee, he enjoyed his own world. The other people in the room didn't exist.

Until Jun got up to got toward the girl that sat at one of the tables. Looking up at the girl, he felt himself start to go transparent. He hated talking to people because he was so shy, he went transparent when he talked to people. But he needed to call Jun back to him. His name meant obedient.

"Jun. *Kokode." He called just loud enough for the red husky to hear him. However, the normally obedient dog continued over to the girl who had patted her leg to call him over. Turning just the slightest bit more transparent, he tried again. "Jun. *Ima koko ni kite." The silly dog still didn't come, and the Japanese boy had to resort to talking to someone. "Jun doesn't normally disobey like this." He muttered getting up to grab his dog by the collar. He strung his guitar over his shoulder and began to go even more transparent. This was awful.

*kokode - here
*ima koko ni kite - come here now

At first, Kimply had been to transfixed by the dog to notice the boy calling to his pet. Reaching out, she scratched the dog under the chin lightly, finally looking up at the young man. "I'm sorry, I probably should have asked if I could pet him. And it's completely fine." She reassured, rubbing the top of the animal's head, making no sign of politely asking anytime soon. Instead, Kimply was busy mulling over the words he had just used, though she was hesitant to ask. A few more things she was curious about; his hair, the guitar, the dog. All in all, he seemed interesting. (Not to mention him fading away slowly) Finally, curiosity won over. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what language was that?" She questioned lightly, unaware of the boy's unease towards her. She was often oblivious to things like that, so it wasn't really a surprise. In fact, Kimply barely even noticed him grow transparent. Whether it was her power at work or simple absentmindedness, she didn't see a problem as she tried to strike up a conversation.
She barely noticed the other boy sitting a little ways away, but the pink haired girl could still feel his presence in the room, and it made her uncomfortable. Should she speak to him as well, or not? How would she begin that anyway?

(Dying thread :S)

The boy seemed to start getting very distracted by the other two in the room. He wanted to introduce himself, but such formalities didn't suit him well. He began running through a list of possible introductions in his head, however.