Cassidy half laughed at her last comment to him, “No, I’m not opposed to it. In fact, I quite like it when it’s with the right people.” He took his hands out of his pockets to have them hang at his sides, “Are you terribly opposed to me buying you something if we pass an interesting store?”
"Not at all." Tango assured, pausing for a moment to think before holding her hand out. She was aware that her body temperature was incredibly cold, and noticeably so, but she figure manners were fairly important, when it came to making…friends. "Tango Arden."
He took her hand and shook it firmly, looking her in the eye as if she were and interviewer hiring for a job, “If we’re going full-full names: Roan-Cassidy Johnathan Meneses-Blacker, but just for simplicity, Cassidy Blacker.” He humored, “I’m not rich, just complicated.”
"Definitely Hispanic then." She commented, snorting despite her unchanging facial expressions as she shook his hand, surprised he hadn't flinched or something. "¿De donde eres?"
Cassidy’s smile grew a little bit, “But Not Mexico.” He pulled back his hand to place in his pocket again, “Christiansted, Saint Croix. En el Caribe. Also your hands are cold.”
"Somewhere I've never been. Interesting." She said, crossing her arms over her chest in a gesture that looked slightly threatening, but really wasn't. "My hands are always cold. I run that way."
Cassidy nodded, “That’s valid. Does it get uncomfortable or have you just gotten used to it?” He turned slightly to begin walking towards the campus exit.
"It's been that way since I can remember." Tango said, walking alongside him. Emmy had caught sight of Hinata and decided to go bug him, leaving her and Cassidy alone.
“This doesn’t seem related to your hands, but what weather do you prefer? Hot weather or cold weather?” He stared forward while he walked as a precaution to not stride right into the gate separating the campus from the town.
"Hot weather usually. I liked the rain in Hawaii though." She said, arms at her side once more. Her eyes were anywhere but straight ahead, it seemed, whether on him or various 'empty' spaces.
“I love hot weather too.” He smiled loosely. As they passed through the gate, he glanced briefly over to her, “I’m okay with rain as long as it’s not a severe thunderstorm.”
"I don't like storms at all." She said, a flicker of something crossing her face for a split second before it was gone again. She scanned the street as they walked, watching the people passing by, both the visible ones and the non-visible.
“Me neither..” he noticed the split second something in her face, and was about to ask about it, but he decided against it, “What state did you live in in America?” His eyes trailed to an abandoned hair tie on the ground.
"Well, there was Hawaii for a few months, Florida for about a year, and New York, for a few more months." Tango listed off, furrowing her brows as she thought. "Washington when I was younger, too. All I remember there was rain."
“Washington is known for its rain.” He chuckled, “I lived in Louisiana for three years, then came here with my foster family.” Out of habit, he checked to make sure his notebook was still in his little leather satchel, “I got this bag from one of the independent stores there. It’s held up pretty good.”
"And how long have you lived here?" She was, despite her outer appearance, genuinely interested, and it showed in her voice. Emmy had caught up with them and was holding onto Tango's hand, which might have looked odd, had the poltergeist not known how to make it look as inconspicuous as possible.
“Not even a year.” He answered, “Only about four months, but my family already loves it.” He reached up to scratch the side of his neck, “I love the scenery mostly, and the fact that most of the students aren’t a—“ he was about to curse, calling them assholes, but decided against it given he was speaking to a lady,”—jerks.”
"You're allowed to swear, you know." She said, an actual, though small, amused smile flickering onto her lips as she looked over at him. "Though I'm glad they aren't assholes." It might have made things easier, along with the inevitable move, but it was always nice to have friendly relationships with her peers.
“Haha! Yes, me too. The kids at the New Orleans school were savage” he shook his head, “I made the best of the situation, though. Everything worked out okay.” One of the reasons he didn’t have much difficulty with his peers here in Tokyo was probably because he didn’t speak much Japanese. But then again, the students seemed much nicer here even if he couldn’t understand everything they said.
"Now you're in Tokyo, at one of the best senior high schools the city offers." She said, nodding. Emmy waved for her attention, and she glanced in the direction the poltergeist was motioning to see Hinata. He pointed down a different street, and she tapped Cassidy's wrist in a small gesture to make sure he knew she was changing direction as she turned.
“Indeed I am.” He turned his glance to where they were turning direction and followed her lead, “Did I ask how long you’ve lived in Tokyo?” He tilted his head a little bit, having to quicken his pace to keep up with her for a second.
"You didn't." She said, and it almost seemed like she'd leave it at that, before she spoke again, her eyes still focused forward on seemingly nothing. In actuality, they were on Hinata, but Cassidy wouldn't know that. "I've been here about four days. My dad wanted me to stay on base with him, and go to the high school there."
“Oh wow..” he blinked, “Only four days? How’s your Japanese?” He followed where she looked, and when nothing was there he dismissed her intensity as thinking. He did that too, especially daydreaming, but she didn’t seem like a daydreamer. More like a…genius intellectual with thousands of logical ideas.
"Daijōbuda to omoimasu." She said, shrugging a shoulder. "My pronunciation is off a bit, but otherwise, my Japanese isn't horrible." Hinata pointed to a small convenience store on the corner just up ahead, and she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.
Cassidy lifted his eyebrows, thoroughly impressed, “Did you learn it all in the four days since you moved? I can barely remember how to pronounce ‘Ogen…kidesuka.’ I’m nearly trilingual and Japanese is giving me a hard time.” He chuckled, pressing his thumb into his palm again, “But I better learn quickly.”