Jennifer
This was all so fucking cool. Ozzy had been skipping through the halls of this new place for almost two hours by now. Recording and taking pictures of almost everything. She could just feel that she was going to pull an all nighter editing all this footage down. Ozzy leaned down in a doorframe to avoid bonking his head on the frame. The school was so big. They had never been to a boarding school before! A new experience! Ozzy clapped his hands together, continuing through the halls. She peeked around the corner, trying to see if anyone had appeared in the halls yet. It was strange. For such a big school, it seemed like every student had disappeared. It was kind of upsetting, but she'd manage. She just needs to explore right now. Interacting with people could happen later.

Ozzy stepped around the corner, continuing to skip through the halls. She hummed a low tune, stopping to peek around every corner, hoping to see someone. She could want to explore and still want to interact with people. Even if she said that interacting could wait. Ozzy let out an annoyed huff after turning another corner near the gymnasium and seeing nothing. The skip step slowed down as she turned around another corner, not stopping to peek around it. But this seemed to be the corner someone decided to bless Ozzy with *Something*. A girl at the end of the hallway peeking into a room. She wasn't that old Ozzy could tell even from the distance, so likely another student. Her face turned into a large grin seeing the girl. 

Ozzy's skip came back as she practically ran into the hall towards the girl. She stopped right in front of her, smiling. Finnish was similar to Swedish, right? She bit the bullet, hoping that they were. "Hei! Olen Ásbjorn! (Hi! I'm Ásbjorn!)" Ozzy's hand shot out as an offer to shake the girl's hand.
James
*This was all so nerve wracking..!*

*Despite the fact that Nakanishi had been to the library many times, usually a safe and quiet space if she was feeling cramped in her plain concrete dorm, Nakanishi always had that fear nipping at the back of her mind that she was being judged. The girl barely knew a lick of Swedish and English, and there was no way she could put a sentence together. She always stared at the books, written in the familiar yet completely alien dialect, trying to read out each letter one by one so that she could attempt to learn new words... But they never seemed to stick. She'd forget a few letters and be forced to skip the word, or she'd read a very simple and common word that was familiar to her by this point, and in either case, she'd learn almost nothing. She always beat herself up for this.*

*And now here she was, coming to the library again to learn this cursed language... To be fair, she rarely exited her dorm room, even for classes, simply laying in bed all day and reading the same three books that were written in her native Japanese over and over and over. She knew each word of each page of each chapter of each book by heart by this point, and she was itching for a new book to read instead of the same story, which she had painted vivid images of in her mind. Otherwise, she was napping, staring at the ceiling or wall, watching the world from her second story window, or she was playing on her rather aged phone.*

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*She took slow, cautious steps through the empty hallways, anxiously glancing around at the plain gray concrete and industrial-grade shelves with random pops and tots sat upon their wooden plank levels. Some seemed new and often-used, others old and dusty and worn. Occasionally, she'd notice a clock mounted high on the wall, counting the minutes as they went by. Each of her footsteps, made by her now-outgrown school shoes that had grown uncomfortably tight (but she couldn't bear the thought of going out in just socks), clicked and echoed through the endless, colorless halls. They seemed to go on and on forever. Not to mention the silence, which wasn't helping her out at all.*

*Suddenly, she heard another set of footsteps. Footsteps that weren't hers. They sounded like they were coming from nice, comfortable shoes that actually fit their feet. Nakanishi immediately froze, her breath catching in her throat before exhaling sharply. She was hunched over, with her hands together and her fingers interlocked, held firmly to her chest, as if she was trying to reduce her profile. Nakanishi, wanting to be polite, wanted to turn towards whoever was across the hallway to the left of her, but instead she looked into an empty storage closet and pretended she didn't see them. However, this quickly fell apart as she heard the footsteps quickly approaching. Her head whipped around to face whoever was there.*

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*They were approaching fast and way too gleefully for a mostly ordinary girl such as her. Their lips were contorted into a wide, toothy grin. They didn't look normal in any sense. Their long appendages, curled nose, and their eyes... The color drained from Nakanishi's face as her heart immediately started racing. She gasped sharply and completely froze up as they continued to approach! Why were they running towards her?! With such a wide smile?! Was she about to die?!?!?*

*They stuck their hand out, which she now recognized as a friendly greeting gesture instead of a bow, and spoke in a language that sounded similar yet completely different to the Swedish that was mainly spoken here. Nakanishi couldn't process that however, as she was more occupied with being absolutely terrified by Ozzy's appearance. All she could do was stare back into their eyes, whose irises seemed completely black and utterly indescernible to their pupils.*
Jennifer
Oh, she looked absolutely terrified. Ozzy could just tell. The look on her face, the way she looked as if she curled into herself and the color draining from her face making her look as if she was deathly sick. Maybe she wasn't used to people talking to her? She seemed to just not want to be here. But it'd be okay. Ozzy just had to be friendly and ease whatever worries the girl had. Her grin didn't falter as she dropped her hand and began to speak again. "En tarkoittanut pelotella sinua. Mikä sinun nimesi on? (I didn't mean to spook you. What's your name?)" The deafening silence between them caused the grin to falter for a moment. Almost dropping from Ozzy's face. She must not understand what she's saying. Maybe Finnish was not as close to Swedish as she thought it was. 

"Do you speak English? Not ideal, but I know.." She paused, her thick accent giving away her obvious foreign descent. "Some. I know some." She finished, her grin growing. Ozzy nodded to herself, proud of figuring out the word he was searching for. Please speak English. She stared at the girl, blinking. The thick black hair was about the same length as Ozzy's, but her hair was the longer than the two. She was extremely pale and tiny, at least compared to Ozzy. Probably taller or average height compared to someone average height. She was very obviously south Asian. The differences between the two sides being painfully obvious by comparing the two of them. 

Ozzy's finger pointed at the girl's hands, specifically the gloves taking notice of them. "Gloves. Why?" It was a strange fashion choice. The rest of her clothing could be explained, if not a little basic. But the gloves were strange. She tilted her head, her eyes taking in the rest of the girl, trying to notice anything she hadn't noticed yet.
James
Oh, she looked absolutely terrified. Ozzy could just tell. The look on her face, the way she looked as if she curled into hersel...

 *Nakanishi couldn't move a muscle. She was forced to stare into this... This... Creature? Creature's eyes. They reminded her of the deer she would sometimes see in the trips her family would sometimes take to Hokkaido in the winter to see extended family, but at the same time, they looked human enough to not be an actual monster. They had hair, facial features, limbs, and wore clothes... But that didn't make them any more human. Their unusual bodily features, and their towering height told Nakanishi that they were more like a living, walking tree. Where did they come from?*

*They spoke another one of those alien languages. Curse this language barrier! Nakanishi almost felt a tinge of frustration at the fact that she hadn't bothered to learn ANY English or Swedish or whatever other language they speak here, but the frustration quickly transformed itself into a pang of guilt and sadness. Nakanishi didn't even bother to try to translate whatever they said next, for it was in yet another language she had no sliver of a piece of knowledge of. Nakanishi begged the tree-person in front of her, silently, in her head, that they spoke at least a few words of Japanese. That she understood.*

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*However, the one thing she could understand from them was them pointing at her gloves and saying the word "Why?". Nakanishi's eyes widened a bit, and for the first time in more than a few moments, she finally moved her head downwards so that her gloves would come into her field of vision. Her now quite worn leather gloves that were that same familiar brown. She can't remember the last time she'd seen or felt anything with her hands under her gloves. She wished she could wash her hands, but she learned the hard way that that would just encase them in ice the first time she tried washing her hands with her strange gift- no, curse.*

*Nakanishi then reminded herself that she had to respond. If she ignored them, who knows what they would do? Nakanishi cleared her throat and attempted to speak... But all that came out was a jumbled mess of Japanese words, interspersed with a generous spread of stuttering and stumbling over her words. Nakanishi paused for a few moments to attempt to gather herself and formulate a sentence.* "A-Ano... T-t-tebukuro wa... D-doushitandesuka? [Um... W-w-what about... M-my gloves?]" *Her voice was so meek and quiet that it was hard to hear her, even in the silent hallway - let alone understand her.*
Jennifer
They nodded, not really processing what the girl had said. "Gloves. Why?" They asked again, repeating their question. 

Finally, when they caught up to what the girl had said, their brain seemed to lag as the words flew out of the girl's mouth. He did not know what she had said. He blinked, a blank look in his eyes, trying to process what she had just said. It definitely wasn't English or any of the other three languages that he knew. Ozzy had to strain to hear the poor girl, her voice almost blending in with the silence of the hallway. His grin fell. Well shit. Of course, this would be her luck finding probably one of the few other students who didn't speak English. "No English?" Ozzy asked hesitantly. She didn't really know what to say. There wasn't much she could say, not understanding the words flying out of the girl's mouth. She bit her lip, trying to think of a solution and quick. Maybe whoever was watching over Ozzy right now would bless her with another miracle of this girl speaking Urdu or Turkish. Though she had an extreme doubt that she would, there was no loss in trying. 

"Urdu?" She asked hesitantly. Ozzy didn't clarify their question further, hoping the girl just understood what they were trying to ask of her. After a moment, they realized how unlikely it was for the girl to speak the language before deciding to move on. "Peki ya Türkçe?(What about Turkish?)" They asked, a hopeful tone in their voice. They were silently begging that if she didn't know Turkish that she magically learned it after Ozzy asked the question. "Bilmem pek mümkün, değil ama lütfen? (It's unlikely I know, but please?)" They were practically begging to girl to learn a language magically at this point. Ozzy just needed to talk to someone, otherwise they would go insane. It was hard being a social butterfly in this environment, it felt. And they had only been here for a few hours at this point. They looked at the girl kind of helplessly their grin gone. Almost like a silent plea.

They sighed, realising they were getting nowhere, just throwing random languages at the girl till one stuck. They needed a more foolproof plan to somehow communicate with her. They reached into their back pocket, pulling out a partially beat up phone. Small cracks littered the screen and the outer parts of the case. A telltale sign of the phone being at least a few years old. Ozzy pulled up a translator without a word, handing the phone to the girl so she can type her language into the blank part of their phone. The grin appeared back on their face staring at her.
James
*Nakanishi was having plenty of doubts that the other would know a speck of Japanese, even the most basic words, but she clung on to a hair of false hope that they'd at least know a few words... Until they spoke in yet another one of those mystifying dialects. It made the thing in front of her seem even more bizarre than before. If she had bothered to even take an hour of her day, thrice a week, to learn Swedish and English, she wouldn't have this problem! How stupid of her to not learn the local language, and how selfish of her to hope everyone spoke her own! She should know better than this! Nakanishi felt immense guilt at these truths, making her want to run away and hide in her room like she always did.*

*However, just before she could muster the courage to turn on her heel and take off, she noticed them pull out a phone. A real, human, cellphone. It looked somewhat abused, contrasting to Nakanishi's own phone, which was handled gently and with care, which was strangely fitting of the tree-person standing in front of her. Nakanishi watched their lanky fingers move across the screen before they moved the phone towards her, which caused Nakanishi to instinctively retreat, backing up against the wall. Just as quickly, though, she stepped forward again, realizing that it was simply them handing the phone to her. She felt a little silly.*

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*Nakanishi hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently taking the phone, exercising great caution as if she was handling an explosive. She turned the phone upright and noticed that it was a translator app. Nakanishi was quite familiar with these already, as she used translators as her primary source of communication since she first got here. Being reminded of her "Big brother" Mamoru made her feel a little more at ease. Nakanishi pulled the cuff of her coat down slightly to expose her wrist and used it to tap the microphone key, activating the phone's dictation feature (she can't type with thick gloves on). Then, she spoke into the phone for a few moments. Her voice was still as quiet and meek as before, but somehow, the phone picked it up. Once she finished speaking, she held the phone out to Ozzy for them to read.* [I wear my gloves because I freeze anything I touch.]
Jennifer
Ozzy pushed the phone towards her again. They watched as the girl backed away from their phone as if it was a weapon. They faltered for a moment, unsure why they had a made the girl so nervous over something as simple as a phone. They pushed it closer to the girl, watching her movements carefully. Ozzy's grin appeared back as the girl took their phone from them. They held that grin as she spoke softly into the phone. The phone was held out to them assumingly so they could read the message they had put in there. Ozzy quietly pressed the button on the scream that allowed for a robotic voice to read out the message for him. Oh? So that must have been her power or something. They nodded, a smile on their face as they gently took the phone back from them, putting their own message to. They murmured into the phone in Finnish before pressing the button again; the voice ringing out in the girl's native language. Which they now knew was Japanese.

"Is that your power? I'm Ásbjorn by the way. Can I know your name?" The voice rang out. They brought the phone back to their face speaking again. After a moment, they held the phone up to the girl, allowing her to hear their next message. "That's an interesting power, though. Do you have to constantly wear gloves or does something trigger it if that makes sense?" They were silently hoping that they had instantly found someone else with a randomly triggered power so quickly. They were hoping for a lot of things from this poor girl they now noticed, but maybe one of those hopes would come true. It was just unlikely as the girl knowing the languages they did. Ozzy handed the phone back to the girl slowly in an attempt to not spook her with their fast movements again, assuming that was what made her so nervous. But once again, anything was possible. They resisted the urge to snatch the phone back to ask another question. Their downfall, it seemed. Meeting someone who didn't speak the same languages as them.

They brought their hand to their mouth, chewing at the surrounding skin of their fingers, zoning out slightly as they just stared at their phone in the girl's hands. Seeing someone so pale was kind of foreign to them, they just realized. Was it rude to describe her as sickly pale? They wondered to themselves. It was the only genuine descriptor they could think of. Everyone in Pakistan, their most recent place of residence, had some form of tan, even if subtle. So someone like the girl in front of them was different. They brought their hand down, grinning again.
James
*Nakanishi allowed the phone to be taken and returned to Ozzy, its owner. She felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off of her shoulders; now they could speak to each other. Though Nakanishi was still very afraid of the treeperson in front of her, she didn't seem as terrified as before. Some color had returned to her face, and she didn't seem to be as jumpy to any sudden movement made by Ozzy. A sense of familiarity came with the new way they were communicating to each other; Nakanishi was reminded of the times when she and Mamoru communicated in this same way, which helped in calming herself down, little by little.*

*Nakanishi silently watched Ozzy's movements as they stood and typed into the phone, keeping her distance somewhat. When the phone then spoke in Japanese, Nakanishi's eyes widened a little in surprise, as for the first time in months, she heard a Japanese voice that was different from her parents who were calling all the way from Japan at least twice a week to check on her. Ásbjorn... It was a name she never heard before, but she thought it was beautiful, and she made sure she would remember it. As the phone spoke again, Nakanishi listened intently, then gave the other a subtle nod. When the phone was returned to her, she gently took it from their hands again.*

*Thankfully, Ozzy's use of slower movements didn't startle her this time, and she gently took the phone back, exercising less caution than before. It was just a phone, why should she be afraid of it? Nakanishi used her wrist to enable the phone's dictation feature again, though she needed a few attempts this time; using her wrist instead of a finger to tap a phone screen was as awkward as it could get. Finally, the feature was enabled, and she spoke into the phone again. After a few moments, making sure the message was correct, she slowly turned the phone around and allowed Ozzy to read her reply.* [Yes, it is my power. I am Nakanishi. I need to wear my gloves all the time.]
Jennifer
Ozzy felt a bit of accomplishment at the look in the girl's eyes. She finally seemed like she felt something other than terror at the sight of Ozzy or from their actions. This was a slight but important development for Ozzy. They watched as the girl began typing out her response. There was a slight awkwardness as they waited for the speaking feature to be enabled by the girl, but they just waited patiently with their hands folded at their front. The response wasn't much, but at least they have a name to go off of now. Nakanishi. It wasn't a name they had never heard anyone be called before. 

Ozzy took back the phone, but before typing, stared into Nakanishi's eyes and opened their mouth to speak. "Nakanishi." It came out strange due to Ozzy's accent, but they tired again a few times. Their vocal cords trying to wrap around the letters the same way the bot had said it. After a few tries, they just smiled and nodded. 

They began speaking again into the phone, their message seemingly a bit longer than the previous ones the duo had exchanged. Ozzy just seemed to not be about to help, wanting to tell the girl everything that crossed their mind. As they finished up, they automatically pressed the speak button without a moment wasted. "I figured Finnish would be close enough to Swedish that you could understand me. I'm sorry about that. I tired of all the languages I knew in hopes you knew at least one of them so sorry if it just sounded like I was speaking gibberish. Nakanishi is a nice name, not something I heard before. Is it from anywhere? I'm assuming if it is, it's from Japan cause you know you're speaking Japanese." The bot rang out into the hall. 

Ozzy repeated their previous motions, handing the phone back to the gloved girl. They subconsciously ran their hand through their hair, pushing it out of their face as the phone left their hands.
James
*Thankfully, the conversation the two were sharing seemed to be disengaging Nakanishi's fight-or-flight response, which would've resulted in flight; fighting was the last thing she wanted to do. If, that is, she had the guts to do that. Which she didn't. She didn't seem as ready to sprint off anymore, though fear was still showing in her eyes. Perhaps she was the type of girl to be easily scared, and have a hard time calming down?*

*Nakanishi listened to Ozzy attempt to pronounce her name. It definitely sounded foreign, but that wasn't very surprising; everything in this country was foreign. Even they were foreign. She was foreign. All foreign!!! Aaaarrrgghhh!!!!!!*

*When Ozzy gave her a smile and a nod, Nakanishi could only nod back. Her muscles slowly relaxed when Ozzy spoke into the phone again. Nakanishi tried to pretend that it was Mamoru standing in front of her and typing into a translator, but that quickly fell apart because Ozzy's proportions weren't nearly human enough for that. When the phone began to parrot what was typed into the translator, Nakanishi listened intently. They spoke Finnish? She had heard of that country before in one of her world history classes back when she attended school. And the other dialects they spoke were more languages. Real human languages developed on Earth. Perhaps they really didn't come from a flying saucer.*

*Nakanishi gently took the phone back after it was offered to her and she began to speak into it as well. Her voice was becoming slightly louder and more audible, which made it easier for the device to pick up what she was saying and translate it accurately. Once that was done, she then turned the phone around and allowed Ozzy to read what she said:* [Yes, my name is Japanese. I am from Japan. I cannot tell where your name comes from though. I am sorry.] *When Ozzy indicated that they read her message, she slowly held the phone back out, offering it to them.*
Jennifer
They stared Nakanishi down as she spoke into the phone. They waited quietly for her to finish talking, their eyes not leaving her face. As the phone turned to them, they excitably read Nakanishi's next message. Oh, so they were right! They slowly took the phone from her, their long fingers typing away on the phone. The loud typing echoed through the hall, their eyes glued to the phone as they typed paragraph after paragraph of words. Finally, they set off the translator, allowing to echo through the hallway. "So you're from Japan? That's interesting. I knew this was an international school, but I wasn't actually expecting anyone who was from Asia. What's Japan like?" 

Ozzy didn't hand back the phone, instead holding it close, thinking for a moment before going back to typing again. It took about a minute for them to finish this message, stopping every few moments deleting the message rewording it. They wanted to ask a few more questions but Nakanishi just seemed overwhelmed already by just them being here, so they just limited themselves to one more question, trying to not completely overwhelm her. They pressed the speech button. "Also, were you heading somewhere? I apologize for interrupting your walk to wherever you were going if you were heading somewhere." The phone rambled out. 

They offered the phone back to Nakanishi, trying to hand it back to her so she could answer their questions. The itch to ask more questions was biting at them. They mumbled a few things in Turkish as they looked around, cracking the joints in their long spider like fingers. The hallway was pretty blank, not much to stare at besides Nakanishi but honestly staring at her seemed to make her uncomfortable, which Ozzy was trying their best to avoid.
James
*Nakanishi stood silently as Ozzy read the message. She noticed a little sparkle in their eyes as they read her message, one of excitement. This gave her a theory: was Ozzy extroverted? Perhaps that's what made them run up to her in such a manner earlier. The sheer terror she felt when she first saw Ozzy was still fresh in her mind, and she shivered a little as she recalled the memory of it. Ozzy didn't seem so frightening now, but she couldn't shake the lingering fear that stemmed from their uncanny proportions.*

*She didn't seem to be in a hurry to talk with them at all. Instead, she waited patiently, staying silent and not rushing Ozzy. Nakanishi slowly stood up straight as the lingering horror slowly washed away, like rain running off of a roof after a storm. It became apparent that she was rather tall. Not as tall as Ozzy, but tall for a female. Especially a Japanese female. Especially for her age. That was her most defining feature. The rest of her was just... Average.*

*Nakanishi's train of thought was derailed when the phone began to speak again, relaying a translated message in a robotic monotone voice. She tuned her ears and focused on it. Nakanishi nodded in response to the first thing it said. They typed again, this time a little more frantically. They typed and retyped over and over, until they finally seemed satisfied with what they wanted to say. When the phone was offered back to her, Nakanishi gently took it from Ozzy's hands. Her grip was so gentle that she almost dropped it, but managed to act quickly and catch it. Sighing with relief, she raised the phone to her face, activated its dictation feature with her wrist, and spoke into it.*

*Then, she flipped the phone around to allow Ozzy to read her message.* [Japan is nice. Where I lived, it got hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It snowed. I liked winter. And yes, I was walking to the library. I forgive you, sorry for being afraid of you. I didn't intend to hurt your feelings.]
Jennifer
Ozzy watched as Nakanishi straightened herself to her full height. She was still small, standing next to Ozzy, but she was also at a considerable height. They smiled, straightening themselves slightly, realizing how hunched they were trying to keep eye contact with Nakanishi. The slight change only added maybe an extra inch to their height, but was still noticeable. They grinned as she began typing again. It was exciting to see her answers to them. A dumb reason to be excited but a reason none the less. Nakanishi just seemed to be a nervous person all around to Ozzy. She seemed to jump at the slightest movement from them and that, coupled with her just general appearance, seemed to prove that theory more. 

They grinned, reading the message. They opened their mouth to begin speaking in one of their native tongues but held back, realizing who they were talking to. The language barrier between them was tough on Ozzy. They wanted to just speak what they thought as soon as they thought it. They looked back at the message rereading it, gathering their thoughts. Ozzy took the phone with both their hands. Their hands dwarfing the phone in size, making it seem tiny. They typed away at the phone, mumbling to themselves in Turkish as they typed as if trying to keep track of what they wanted to say. 

Ozzy flipped the phone in a similar fashion to how Nakanishi did, mimicking her movements. The words on the screen becoming visible to Nakanishi. "Japan looks like a beautiful place from all the pictures I've seen: DDD," They took the phone back, responding to the rest of Nakanishi's message. "Oh, that's nice. I think you walked past it based on the map they gave me. It's back behind me. And it's okay! I honestly didn't notice that you were afraid of me. I apologize for scaring you. Did I scare you?"
James
*Nakanishi shrunk a little when she noticed Ozzy growing, seemingly startled by their growth. Part of why Nakanishi was afraid of them was their height; she was very much used to being the tallest one out of all of her peers. She knew by this point that the person in front of them wasn't as scary as she thought they were, but an innate fear came with being the shorter one. Was it because of a natural survival instinct instilled in her from generations ago? Or was she really just that timid? Probably the latter...*

*She slowly straightened herself out when Ozzy took the phone back and waited for them to respond once more. Nakanishi wasn't much of a fan of the language barrier either; outside of speaking to her parents on video calls, she has had no opportunities to speak her native tongue. She was getting worried that she might actually forget her own language. She was desperate to find someone who spoke Japanese. As she waited for Ozzy's response, she recalled a faint memory of speaking to someone in Japanese during the Armando incident. The memory of her power going berserk and slowly turning her into an ice statue because of the entity flashed through her mind, visibly startling her. She inhaled sharply, but then in an effort to keep her breathing in control, she exhaled slowly.*

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*The phone flipping around caught Nakanishi's eye, and it reminded her of their conversation. She read Ozzy's message before the phone was drawn back, then read the rest of what Ozzy wrote after they flipped the phone back around. Nakanishi read Ozzy's message, her eyes widening a little when she read that she passed the library. Her cheeks turned a faint shade of red, hinting at embarrassment. She then gently took the phone back and spoke into the phone some more to input into the translator app. Then she flipped the phone back around, allowing Ozzy to read her response.* [Japan is beautiful. I once went to Tokyo to see Mount Fuji. It really is as beautiful as in the pictures. You did scare me at first, but now you aren't so scary. I apologize for being afraid, I didn't realize that you were nice.]
Jennifer
Ozzy hunched back down instantly noticing the fear in Nakanishi. Well fuck this isn't what they meant to do. They panicked slightly hunching their back further. Ozzy still standing taller than them practically had their neck cracked down to attempt to make themselves look smaller to the once again terrified girl. Their eyes flickered all over the girl's face hoping that the uncomfortable stance they had put themselves in helped her feel more at ease. This was going terribly. Ozzy's eyes flickered down the hall. Should they just leave her alone? She clearly was uncomfortable and they didn't want to further this resentment. They took a few steps back distancing the two but still allowing a small enough space to pass the phone back and forth silently hoping she'd feel at ease again.

They stiffened at the sight of the girl's cheeks turning red. Had they screwed up further? They hadn't meant to embarrass her or anything. The phone was gently taken from their hands as she began to type again. Which left Ozzy overthinking. They knew their appearance was somewhat off-putting to those who weren't around them a ton. But still this was a whole new level of uncomfortableness that radiated from the girl. They suddenly felt extremely insecure about their whole appearance trying to keep their eyes off of Nakanishi. It was still hard for them to narrow down what exactly had made her uncomfortable. Maybe they were just being dumb, and it was painfully obvious why she had been so uncomfortable. God, why did they feel so insecure suddenly? They barely caught the phone flipping around towards them out of the corner of their eye. Their eyes flicked back, reading the text and avoiding looking at Nakanishi. As they finished reading, their hands reached out, grabbing the top of the phone and slipping it out of Nakanishi's hands.

Once it was in their own hands, they went back to avoid looking at her and typing away at the phone. The hall was quiet besides Ozzy's fingers, typing away at the glass screen of the phone in their hands. It took a moment and a lot of condensing to fully get out what they wanted to say in as a few words as possible. They flipped the phone, showing Nakanishi it. "I'm glad to know the photos haven't been lying to me about how beautiful your country is. I'm sure you miss it. I would too. And like I said, it's okay. I didn't notice till you pointed it out. My appearance is a kind of off-putting to people who don't know me, so it's understandable you were afraid."