Russo-Japanese kids gooooooo

Erik entered the lounge and noticed someone was already here. He thought about ducking out as quickly as he could, which, let's face it, is pretty fast, but maybe he should make some friends. He continued to walk into the lounge and noticed a girl on the couch staring up at the tv. "H-hello. Am I not interrupting, I hope?" he said anxiously, his English reverting back to what it used to be when he first learned the language. It happened when he got anxious, get off his back, okay?

Ishiko sat lazily on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chest and a bag of popcorn beside her as she was glued to the television. Her gaze only snapped away at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, finally pulling away and glancing curiously over in the boy's direction. That accent was vaguely familiar. Russian?

"Iie. Not at all," she put on a kind smile. Being honest, she wanted a closer look at him. "Please, join me if you'd like." The summer patted away at the free cushion beside her.

Instead of speaking, Erik simply nodded and sat on the cushion. A few moments of uneasy silence follow as the Speedster was unsure of what to say. Curse his inability to hold a conversation. [color=Silver]"What are you watching?" he asked finally, not really following what was on the screen.

She was all too aware of how stiff he was beside her. Her gazed had turned back to the television, but she still watched him out of the corner of her eye. "Anime," Ishiko answered. On the screen, a tall bald man leaped around, knocking monsters out senseless with a stoic look on his face. "Not a fan?" The girl tilted her head, staring up at him and leaning in a bit close.