A phone call to my dear mother.

(Christopher is seen making his way back to the solitude of his dorm. Abruptly, Christopher responds to a call from his cell phone. He reads the caller ID and answers immediately upon discovering that it's his mother.)
Chrstiopher- Mom! I'm so sorry I didn't answer soo... (He is cut off by his mother giving him a lecture on if he's neglecting to take care of himself.)(Christopher responds to his mother's beratement in an agitated, but overall calm tone of voice.) Yes, mom, I'm properly feeding myself. By the way, thanks a million for the venison! (Christopher's mother welcomes her son, she then bids her son good night as Chrsitopher's abusive father has just come home to her. Christopher is left listening to the sound of static on the other line.)

Vending machine food isn't the greatest but it gives you a good snack.

'Yes mom, I'm properly feeding myself.'

A concerned mother and a loving son. I know that story VERY well.

"Ma's are the best aren't they?"

My face is watching the bag of food fall down though my voice is directed at the guy near me.

(Christopher turns to address the person speaking to him.)
Christopher- You can say that again, friend; although, I really wish my ma' would just take herself into consideration for once. I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm senior Christopher Cook. I'm new to this school.

Wow this guy probably has taken the crown away from me as 'most foreign kid in school,' judging from his name.

Perhaps I should test this theory out. If I am correct than I may do my new acquaintance a favor by speaking in his natural tongue.

*English* "The fault is all mine. My name is Satoshi Veach."

"My mummah calls me a lot too."

With the way he talked to his mother I can assume he is in close ties with her as I am and probably talks to her quite a bit.

If I'm wrong...eh, then I'm wrong. Doesn't matter.

I appreciate your generous use of English when addressing me, friend; I only know a few phrases in Japanese as is. Back to what you where saiyng, my mother means the world to me. It was ultimately her decision to send me here on account of my defective leg. (Christopher rolls up his right pant leg to reveal a phrosthetic.)

Wow, this guy's got some guts to mention something like that with so little care. I like it.

"Heh, straight to the point 'eh?"

"My mummah is the reason I'm social at all. She practically beat out the fact that I wasn't on very good terms with anyone at my old school and suggested I came here."

"Seems like the longer I, or anybody else, stays here the better you come to grips with life."

I want to ask 'how's the leg?' but I can imagine that has been asked so many times.

"I myself don't have any noticable disabilities but I'm both narcoleptic and have-"

I slow my speech to pronounce it write. I wish I could just refer to it as 'the fainting disorder' and have that be normal.

"-Vas..ovagal Syn-syncope-screw this, it's the disorder which makes you faint only I have a more sivere case than normal."

You have my sympathies, friend. (Christopher inhales.) I probably shouldn't speak so openly about my... Leg. My mother always said that subtlety was never one of my strengths...

"Well, you came to the right person for that to come out so no worries, brother."

"Though, there are quite of few others here that have it worse than me or are effected differently by what they've experianced so I can't say you shouldn't be cautious."

My accent is a little different to his. I speak like a cross breed of Japanese, American and a hint of German accents due to my half German mother, my German American father, and my bringing up in Japan. I probably sound kind of strange.

"Everyone here gets the same lecture some time during their stay here so it's probably good your mother gave it to you."

Onto something different: what are your interests, friend?

'Friend?' It's no surprise that we would be friends by now though that word is still alien to me...

This character gets straight to the point. An unusual trait I wish I had. It gets the job done faster even if it's less careful. If I had that I'd probably have a lower quality of life but I'd also enjoy it more.

"I'm a small artist when it comes to drawing and writing."

No you're not-you sometimes go as far as to frame your better works and make the music you write on the computer!

"...Okay, so I'm a BIG artist when it comes to that stuff."

"I also have a good interest in military, video games, and aviation. Especially if the aviation is military."

"What about you? Got any special interests?"

For the first time, I look directly into my new friend's eyes. He's more like me than I thought, though he doesn't seem to be as big of a thinker.

Like a much more straight to the point version of me with a few differences here and there. I could get to know this one.

Military stuff? Wouldn't you know that I was born on a nearby American military base. I grew up commited to my own devices: video games, anime, manga, and my mother's home cooking! (Christopher grins widely.)

Interesting. It would make sense, since the sun never seems to set upon the American military as a whole.

Though my interests are into drawing, I never got into manga like I got into anime.

"Video games? Which kind?"

My interests are heightened.

I mostly play RPGs & first-person shooters. Occasionally, I'll play an MMO if I find that the MMO in question is above the rest.

I was never into RPGs or MMOs too much (MMOs especially because it is nearly impossible for someone to use wit to bring a big opponent down) but FPSs are okay.

"I'm up for any game that allows you to outsmart anyone. So everything from Halo 6 and down to stuff like Zone Of The Enders 3 and down."

"Really just depends on how much of it relies on actual skill instead of 'I'm not looking for people and I know how to quick-scope someone.'"

I have also found that I'm naturally gifted at open world third-person shooters like "Red Dead Rebellion".

I slowly remember some of the 'sonofabitch!' moment's I've had with games like that.

"Yeah, I like those games too but I seem to have the worst luck in them...usually involving a vehical...and every bone in my body."

My fingers suddenly touch the bottom of my snack's bag.

"Hey, well it was nice talking to you but I should get back to my dorm and finish my homework."

While I start to walk I notice we are both going the same way.

Turns out he lives down the hall from me. Heh, that's pretty neat. I now know someone in my hall other than my immediate neighbors.

Take care, sir! I'll see you around. (Christopher then makes his way to his dorm to work on his own homework.)

"Later, Cook."

Ah, so he's the formal type? Interesting.

I take the walk down the hall to my dorm. Thinking about tonight's encounter as the door grows closer and swallows me whole.