Casey
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Janice
Well... Not everything about this school is awful. It's *Okay.* But everyone's stressed.

Everyone's... Busy. Val is gone. It's a whole issue. 

Oh no a corner coming up! He will have to turn it! It is sharp! Who knows what is on the other side!

His hair is tied into a ponytail today, and he's just in a cardigan and pants. And shoes. Of course. These floors are much too dirty to not wear close toed shoes. 

He's looking for the library. He's been meaning to go. It better be good. If it's not, he'll be extremely disappointed.
Benedict
Yarimiel rounded the corner, and as a reflex to Moru's sudden appearance, pushed at his chest with some force to stop both of them from crashing into each other. The girl did not seem too intent on talking, as she didn't stop to apologize or anything, she just stepped back and looked up at him briefly. Her expression didn't seem all too friendly, or threatening, just alarmingly blank, her face in a completely neutral state, but after a psychological moment, her eyes widened, but not in surprise, it seemed like she just wanted to be more aware of what was in her line of sight, hence that. She now stared at him with wide eyes, but her face wasn't fully tilted up towards the boy's face, only most of the way.

She wore a heavily stained teal sweater and blue checkered pajama pants, for footwear, she only had socks.
Janice
His eyebrows furrow as his expression turns more sour. He staggers back a bit at the push. 

"Excuse you." He mutters. 

This person... Is familiar. From the Intranet, probably. But he can't quite put his finger on it. 

The wide eyes offput him, and he grimaces a little. 

He can't help but take in her appearance. She looks like she's in pajamas. He's not going to *Judge*, but he's certainly confused. 

"Er- are you...? Okay..?" That may be a bit mean to ask, but it's better than *Have you gotten any sleep whatsoever recently?* So he'll take it.
Benedict
She replied quietly. "Yes." She did not care to elaborate on her answer or her current mental state, she just gave up on caring entirely. She knew that pretending to care and be normal was still way too much effort even when she convinced herself her behavior was a mask. Now she truly wore no mask, her previous fear was now something within the endless void of things she just didn't think or care about, the fear that people would find out she really *Is* Just a shell of a human. It's not rhat she wanted people to see it, she really just didn't care if people saw it. TLDR: thog don't care. She remained still and stared at him, guessing she should now fully face him. Her unevenly open eyes now more obvious, the right one in a seemingly permanent half-close while the left had full range of motion. She didn't break the resounding silence that came after her answer, she just waited for *His*.
Janice
She is... Kind of creeping him out. He clears his throat to mask his grimace. 

No... No she's *Scary.* He takes a step back.

"I- assume you're... Quiet. One of- one of the uh.. Quiet ones?" He doesn't want to make her mad, and doesn't want the silence to get too awkward.
Benedict
"Yes." She nodded softly before looking to him then around herself. "Where, going." She points to him after the second word, seemingly asking him where he's going. She figured she could hang with this guy she hasn't met yet. It would mostly be uneventful, but she knew she might get a new person to talk to out of it. "Take, time. Think... Speak. Won't bite." She knew he was getting anxious, a lot of the more jumpy people tended to get anxious like this whenever they had to say more than one word at a time and carry a conversation.
Janice
Okay, so she has some issues speaking maybe..? He's not 100% sure.

"I was uh... Going to the library. But I don't exactly know where it is, so I've been wandering." 

This person has probably talked in the Intranet. Maybe it's... A communication thing. Except a lot of people on the Intranet don't seem to like him very much.

He swallows.

"I've been meaning to go, so.."
Benedict
*Aren't there maps of this place?* "Come." She knew most of the layout of the place, but had no interest in most of it, to be frank. All she was interested in is watching bugs, eating ice cream and mutilating small animals, just overall being extremely depraved where no one could see her, or where those that could wouldn't get away to tell a word of the worst parts of it. 

She didn't exactly say or communicate it, but this girl did have an air of intent without hesitation, as if she'd meticulously plan things just to get to more depravity, just for the thrill. "I'll take, you." She extended her hand for him to hold. Her hand was awfully large for someone so small and skinny, the best way to deacribe it was to just say it looked like a boy hand grafted onto her wrist, the knuckles being extremely pronounced under the almost seran-wrap tightness of the skin on this girl.
Janice
"Oh- alright." That was secretly what he was hoping for.

If he knew about her... Less socially accepted hobbies, he would not be going anywhere with her.

"Er- it's fine. I can just follow." He doesn't want to touch her. He doesn't know why. He just... Doesn't think it's a good idea, exactly. She's unnerving. 

Her skin is... So stretched. Her face is so vacant. It's not like the other things he's seen.. Except maybe that one video on the intran- *Oh.* That's who this is. 

He doesn't know if that changes anything.
Benedict
"Okay." She immediately turned around and began to walk calmly, noting well how his anxiety kept climbing. She noted how it was all probably her, but that didn'tf change her outlook or opinion of Moru, not that she currently had any. The walk was mostly silent on account of Moru's own fears and Yari's sheer unwillingness to utter more than a few words per concrete thought train, which made her come off as dry and uncaring when ignoring the creepiness factor, which was all true. She was just bored, that's why she took the opportunity to take Moru to the library.
Janice
The walk is odd. Offputing. Moru doesn't know how he feels. Just that it's not exactly *Comfortable.* But he's not about to be *Rude* For no reason. He's done enough of that with other people. 

"Have you.. Been to the library? Is the selection good?" The silence is icky.
Benedict
"Yes. Favorite, the bug, books." Her voice sounded hoarse whenever she spoke, as if speaking in itself was a chore, or perhaps it was something more forced. Either way, no part of this girl crept out of the rage of unsettling, not even the most mundane things, just because she's doing it. Once there, she opens the door for Moru. If he doesn't walk through, she just lets it close and walks in herself. Rude.
She had immediately walked off to find any Entomology book by the looks of it. Each section of the library seemed to be meticulously organized, mostly in terms of story genres, as informational books are pretty obvious as to their name and are all lumped together.
Janice
The bug. *The bug.* How nice. How *Neat.* 

Well... Bugs aren't, like, the *Worst* Thing ever. She could like worse things.

Moru assumes that she's just not *Used* To talking, so it's harder for her. He can be patient with that. 

"Er-" He goes to follow but he's slower. 

He... Is mesmerized already. This place is wonderful. Why hasn't he been?

Even the library back where he lived wasn't this nice. His jaw drops a bit.

He gets weird too. About books. He gets weird about books. They're his favorite thing in the world. So much personality... You never know what could be in a book. 

He shakes his head, shuts his mouth (doesnt wanna catch flies haha entomology joke) managing to snap out of his trance, and follows after Yari. 

Wow. Bug books. She just. Really likes bugs. 

"So I'm... Guessing you uh.. You like bugs." He's sure to keep his voice to a whisper. It is a *Library*, after all.
Benedict
She nodded. She filed through the books and after a few seconds found a rather thick entimology textbook, checking the title, nodding and immediately beginning to file through its pages to get to the actual content as she walked over to the nearest table. She was instantly absorbed into it, clearly reading every single bit of text with passion, not visible in her face, but in how she read, careful to read every word, not skimming over anything. It wasn't too common that she focusedon something with such intensity.
It was not... Wait, where was she again? She lost track of what she was reading, of where se was. SHe gave up and decided to look at the photos, at least those are interesting.