Bouncing off the walls

"And a hello to you too, mister," Kiiroi happily greeted, in a pleasant mood, as if the older male hadn't just appeared out of nowhere and broke the silence that he loved.

In all seriousness, his tone wasn't of sarcasm, though he could've easily covered it, but since the girls did nothing but train and practice their movements, he was beginning to feel alkward. Short story extended, he was really, really thankful the person had appeared.

If he was a girl, he would've giggled at the sight, but he satisfied himself to a small chuckle. That much terror would appear to someone who randomly walked into the gym with three people who weren't sleeping at the stroke of twelve... the sight was amusing, to say the least.

"Why did you deprive yourself of sleep then?" he asked, still with a delighted hop to his tone.

She was not in the least bit surprised by this one. She'd felt his emotions a mile away, and had known he was coming this way because as he approached, the feelings grew stronger.

She nearly burst out laughing when he exclaimed in surprise, but managed to keep it under control as she turned slowly to face him. "I could say the same for you." was her reply, far quieter than his, but projected so that he could hear it.

Deep inside, she was about ready to explode. What the heck was wrong with these people? Didn't they sleep? Couldn't she train alone with her sister? She spun around fast and hard, hitting the punching bag with her foot. It swung heavily, the chain rattling with the heavy impact. Suddenly she had three people's emotion's to deal with.

And in popped his fear. Afraid of hurting somebody. She mouthed a silent curse of disbelief. What was wrong with these people? They were so sensitive. A fear of water she could understand, fear of death, sure.. Fear of hurting someone? She checked herself, telling herself to shut up.

Akira calmed down and moved away from the door. They didn't know his powers. The girl in the corner mutilating the punching bag had some serious anger issues. Maybe he'd tell her to get them checked out later.
His face returned to nearly emotionless, except for slightly irritated.
He simply wanted to come in get warmed up then return to his dorm to study some more. But, no. That wasn't possible in this school.
I was studying. But I assume you guys are here for another reason. he said. He generally would make small talk but he was grumpy right now, being tired didn't help his disposition.
He turned towards the girl in the corner.

Then, lock the door if you want to be left alone. Making this much noise anyone would find you. I just wasn't paying attention. Lack of sleep will do that to a guy. And as for the other thing. It's completely well founded. If you could see more than emotions, you would know that. He said. He didn't mean to annoy anyone, or hurt anyones feelings. Or even read any of their minds, but her thoughts were so...loud. And it was harder for him to control his powers when he was tired.
He mumbled a sorry, but didn't leave. He couldn't leave until he'd seen if he'd offended her.

'Wow, he's sharp,' he thought to himself. He stared over at the girl who was strangely beating a punching bag to a pulp, the girl whose punch he minded being on the end of it. And from panicked to a grumpy disposition, this guy could change emotions fast.

Well-founded? Kiiroi assumed this person was talking about something. Probably the same something that the girl, Ace had spotted of himself. They were talking about powers, and for some reason, it's either he could read minds or she wasn't too closed.

"I heard something here that distracted me quite a bit," he responded to the statement that was implied to be a question. "I should get going right about now. My brother could've probably gotten into trouble even in his own bed," he ended, with a slight dark tone. "But I'll just not bother any of you people any more, and leave."

Akira heard the boy talk and a very emasculating squeek escaped his throat. Fortunately it was quiet enough that none of them would have heard it. He quickly grabbed the boy by his arm and Akira shifted his body so that the girls couldn't hear him, or read his lips.
Okay, so, I know that I haven't made the greatest first impression, and I must look like a total wimp, well, I'm really not, but I would be greatly obliged if you were to say, stick around for a little while. Because, well, quite frankly I'm slightly frightened to be left alone in the same room as the two of them by myself... he said with a slight chuckle. What he had said was completely true.
He wasn't a wimp, but the extra testosterone would make him feel more at ease.

He paused, his guard suddenly asking him to pull away from an uncomfortable grip. True, what the older male had said was amusing, again; he was certainly getting some laughable memories for this. True, his intentions were well and still was laughable. But, like his older brother, he hated contact.

Pulling away, he stared, in a funny look at him. Him, afraid of girls. Sure, they were probably older than him and were fighting material, okay, that was all the more reasons, that this person had implied.

"Alright, I'll stay. It's not like I have to keep an eye on Akane all the time," he said, airily shaking his mind of the thought. "I'm Kii, by the way. What's your name?"

She somehow wasn't surprised by his telepathy, however, she threw up a very, very sturdy mental block against him. It blocked any probing minds from her own, but never blocking the inward flow. She couldn't keep the emotions out of her mind. Then one shut off. She looked at her sister with a thankful smile, pretending that she hadnt heard Akira.

However, she flared within, quickly pulling herself under control. Control...Control... She urged herself, breathing slowly. She stopped attacking the punching bag, and allowed her hands to rest by her side.

She stepped forward, realizing that her sister was talking to Akira. She frowned for a moment. She moved stealthily, bare feet making no noise on the ground. She was prepared to stop her sister with a warning, but she said nothing yet.

Akira smiled at the boy, taking his hand off of his arm, and putting it out to shake.
My name is Akira, but you can call me Kira if you like he said but pulled his hand back before the boy had a chance to shake it at the sound of the footsteps. He answered before he had completely turned around.
Sounds fair, but should your sister persecute people's fears when she herself has no idea what goes on in others heads. I didn't mean to pry inside her mind, but quite frankly, she's very loud with her thoughts, and it is hard for me to control my powers when I'm tired. But at the very least, I'm sorry if I hurt either of your feelings. I know of a wonderful quote. It goes "people are activated more by misunderstanding than malice. A blindness to what is going on inside each others hearts." that isn't verbatum but it's close. It was said by a wise man by the name of Tennessee Williams. he said referring to his favorite play write. He was still slightly miffed for the angry girls ignorance to others fears though. To persecute someone for their deepest fears without knowing why they're scared. That was low.