"Nice to meet'cha, Mr. Hawke. I'm Michael Geara, if you didn't overhear me say it before." He said, accepting the handshake. He then nodded, agreeing with them.  "I guess you're right! The best part of this is the experience! The thrill, the clashing of wills and souls!  So you're right! NO NEED TO BE SORRY, I'M GONNA BE AS LOUD AND EXCITED AS I WANT, EVEN IF IT MEANS THEY CAN HEAR ME ALL THE WAY UP IN SPACE!"<br/><br/><br/>"Can you<span style="font-style: italic">shut UP?"</span>A voice said, followed by a moan. Michael whipped around, crossing his arms to find the source of the voice. "Hey, not my fault! I'm just ex-" Michael started, before the person placed his finger up, indicating Michael to shut up.<br/><br/>He was wearing a thin, black jacket, over a grey shirt. He had olive cargo pants, and grey boots. His blonde hair was slicked back and tired into a ponytail, and he seemed<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>annoyed. "No. Shut up. Just....okay, be excited. Fine. Don't act like an hyperactive child on a sugar rush." He said, sighing. "I'm...s-sorry? I guess I might have been a bit incos-"<br/><br/>"Yes. You were. Now, shut up and start acting yours, geeze." He said, shaking his head. "Some people really need to know when to grow up." he muttered, walking away.<br/><br/>Michael watched him walk away, sighing and turning around. "Well...that mellowed me out." He said, sounding a bit depressed! To add to his tone of voice, his hair...suddenly become a lot less wild and all over the place, beginning to "fall down" and cover his eyes ears. for the most part. Also, it turned blue.