[The tiny, skinny young boy sat on the ground across the Common Room, avoiding eye contact and silly socialization. He only needed the music that played through his single earbud, as it was the only thing on earth (and apparently the whole cosmos) that could understand his deep, powerful, untainted emotions. He could still hear the buzz of people talking nonstop and it kind of angered him, though not as much as when some unfriendly psycho started pointing fingers. How could THAT GUY call him disgusting, after all? He should answer that, he totally should. Or at least he wished he had the guts to do so. His mouth opened a bit then closed again, as he refrained from speaking whatever was in his mind. Gosh, this was like mom's house all again. People pretending to be worried about his health when all they want to do is control him. Stupid prize, stupid ticket. At least this Secretary seemed to be a nice chick. Too bad people weren't fond of her idea, Parasite-kun really wanted some coffee.]

-I don't know, man. I just don't like this SuperSeer alien guy playing a Gendo on us. Maybe he's in it with the Angels, who knows?

[He then stands up and goes on to pick a random book so as not to look dumb in front of these guys, nodding positively regardless of poorly understanding the subject.]