[Roxas has, for all intents and purposes, done a rather good job at keeping to himself at his old school. In a new environment this is no different, at least that's what he's given to think as much. He finds a vacant table in the corner of the cafeteria and claims it, plonking down in a chair and settling a book in front of himself.

Where is his lunch? That's...a very good question]

[Lab-partners. Why aren't they too old for this yet? Roxas puffs out a resigned sigh and tucks his hands into his pockets as he gets up, shuffling over to the classmate he's been assigned to. Rather than say anything though, he just...stands there.

A kid stubbornly wearing his hoodie under his uniform, hood over his head, looming there and looking at you. He'd loom a little more effectively if he wasn't so intent on slouching but here he is caring not one bit about his posture. Shame]

[A death-game, huh? Roxas isn't too sure what he wants to make of that, or whether he'll accept it. But he's certainly bringing his A-game in lurking, he's gotten an awful lot of practice in over the last eight years, and so that's what he opts to do first.

Rather than take immediate action he's instead observing what actions his peers are taking. And so if you get the feeling that you're being watched, well...you really might be]

[Much as one might not be able to imagine it, Roxas does have a job. Somebody like him might seem unlikely to fit into the customer service mold, but there's a little hipster coffee shop that just eats up the edgy brooding type, which is exactly how this kid comes across.

Black painted finger-nails and pulling his uniform hat down so far you can barely make out his eyes if you tip your head just a certain way? Absolutely. His voice barely comes up over a low mumble, what's more. But he's able to make cute designs in your coffee so at least there's that.

Just don't mind if he's not the friendliest employee in the world]