"Ah, thanks I guess.. I'm from Seoul, South Korea.. so that's why I have an accent.." he told her, looking at the window for a bit. "Chester is one scary guy alright, and I can bet why he did that too.." he looked back at Aesha to hear what she was saying, saying that she was found on a raft and taken in by her foster mother. "Wow, I think I've seen that river before, I use to play around it when I was little.. nearly drowned too.." he laughed to himself, saying he was an idiot for trying to swim the rapid waters.<br/><br/>"As a kid, Chester was always a pain in the ass. He would make fun of me, and call me a Werewolf because I had the sharp features like one... I mean, in general I look like one, but I'm not.." he trailed off. Chester was the one to make rumors and such, and sometimes they were true. Chester would call Mickey a Werewolf because of his rather strong-looking build that he had. The look in his eyes were like that of a wolf's, sharp and vicious and always alert. Chester even spread a rumor around saying this: 'If one so happens to catch the Werewolf asleep, and is able to touch the Wolf's stones (Abs) without waking it up, that they may be blessed with protection and watched over.' It was a silly rumor Chester would pass around and students would always talk about it in the hallways. And it was hard because Mickey likes to hide in places where students don't go, so finding him is almost impossible. Few people have tried, and those that succeeded would often boast about it later on.<br/><br/>Mickey sighed heavily once he had calmed down and lied down on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. "I think being friends is a nice thing. Besides, your new here and you have to collection of your memories, so it seems fair enough.. right?" he smiled at her. "I kind of live near a graveyard, so I spend a lot of my time there.. Maybe if you want, we can hang out some time or something.. It'd be nice to meet your foster mom too. I don't think you'd want to meet my grandfather anyways.. He's a little..." Mickey trailed off, then heard loud footsteps heading towards the room outside in the hallway.. The voices that Mickey heard so very well, and sure that Aesha remembered them too, those preppy girls from the lunch room, were heading towards their direction.<br/><br/>What would they say to Aesha? What would they say to the 'Werewolf' boy, Mickey? How would this turn out for them? So many questions ran through his mind, yet he was well prepared nonetheless.