[Certainly White was one of the more charming normies before he woke up, albeit young looking for the school he's now in especially, but now he's got so, so many things to deal with.

One such thing being 2000 years worth of memories, blurred from time and not.

Another being a painful, near unbearable ache in his chest whenever he sees his reflection, though he can't find it in him to shed any tears at the moment. White's very avoiding mirrors when he can, notably focused quite hard on the (pink tinged) water that pours from the faucets. It's weird, but he remembers vastly weirder things in the other world. Home. Yeah.

In any case! He's very much going to keep himself to the side, which might be a little odd to anyone who might've known him prior (and yes, some of his old NPC friends who came into school with him do note this, and try as he may to laugh it off there will be those who ask others to maybe do something nice for the child-like boy), and just

Watch.

Taking note of who acts differently, who acts out in a way that's become vastly abnormal in a sea of those unaware, smiling distantly (but warmly, like a parent overlooking their kids,) and just. Kinda fucking creepy. If White's looked at for too long, or if he catches you looking at him a few times without saying something (not gonna lie, don't blame you for looking over your shoulder,) he'll speak up.]

Fine weather, isn't it?

While I am unused to such activities, [because there is no way even before he was into this,] I hope I won't be too much of a bother. Thank you.

[Because you guys are partners! Sort of. He more or less states the above whenever he finds someone in the HomeEc room, eager to get a taste of their food and perhaps, just perhaps, learn a little of his own. He is far too used to getting food handed to him due to his looks though.

And yeah even if you didn't know you were partners before or really didn't want one, White Appears Nonetheless.]

[He's learned that this place is like, quiet as a mouse, and therefore makes a most excellent place to sleep. A little nap. White's quite enjoying the fact he doesn't revert to a painting anymore, but it does make him antsy and wander the night more than he should, not quite wanting to be alone -- which is why the library, generally filled or at least dotted with young people hard at work, is ideal to doze in, though certainly the librarian doesn't take kindly to someone taking a spot.

Anyway. White's learned the importance of book cover, and also people cover, so he's most certainly plopping down at the same table (though never right next to someone, notably) with a large book on this or that, far beyond his appearance's reading comprehension, and. Maybe? Maybe reading it.

A look behind the book sometimes shows that he's resting his eyes, but there are generally pages moved from the last spot he was in.]

[Speaking of.

White doesn't quite like being alone, but he's often left in the middle of the night as such. Wandering about, it almost feels nightmareish like with the lack of sound. At least the PDA is. A thing. Even if he doesn't fully understand it, he sort of gets what the dear Sage was on about with regards to "smartphones".

At least before midnight he's got his voice, he's got the chance to speak to others, and he'll certainly peek around the corner like an inquisitive little kid (with far too wise eyes) to find someone to bother. Choose your battlespace and beware.]

[and anything else that might go here! he's got a plotting/cr comment here as well if you wanna chitchat