[P] Where have all the good men gone?

Nine had always ran on little sleep. He went to bed late, and woke up early, as early as he can, as long as someone else was up, or he could find something, anything to do. Today, the sixteen year old was wearing something other then his usual striped shirts and long coat, and was wearing a completely different outfit (the outfit he's wearing in the main pic that's up in his profile, just without the butterflies).

Nine scampered out of his dorm room that seemed rather empty, though, extremely clean, he had a problem with anything that seemed dirty. His stomach growled, and knew where he was going now. He had been up for a couple hours now, watching a few episodes of Fairly Odd Parents before finally growing deathly bored of that.

As he made his way towards the cafeteria, he examined his well black painted nails, he normally always wore nail polish, its was an odd thing about it, but liked that bothered him what others thought. It was either that that normally caught a persons eye, or the shiny tiara on his head, the only time he would be found without it is when he sleeps, well, even then its kept close.

He finally made it to the cafeteria, and pushed through the doors, scanning the room that was empty, except for one girl that was acting very strange. He stood still, watching her a moment, before his widened. Immediately he ran towards the choking girl. Trying to get the girl to stand up at least a little so he could help her better, he put his arms around her, below her ribcage, and exerted pressure, which would hopefully dislodge whatever made the girl to start choking like she was.

Nine let the girl go when what she choked on was out, and stepped back, but still a bit worried in case something else happened, but that only lasted a moment. "No problem." Nine said, giving a half-smile half-grin. He looked the girl up and down, noticing her fancy... well, everything. There were very few people like her around here, half of them weren't very nice, and this one didn't seem much better, but like that'd stop him from either A: be his usual friendly yet rather obnoxious self, or B: annoy her just for the hell of it, or rather, fun of it, even though, he was getting rather lonely here and would try to be friendly.

He was a bit shocked when her face showed horror and said something about what he was wearing. He looked himself over, looking really confused. He lifted a hand and scratched his head before shifted the tiara. He found nothing wrong in what he was wearing, it wasn't like he was extremely rich like this girl seemed to be.

When she "complimented" his tiara, he gave a grin wide.

"I've had it for several years now, I make sure it always twinkles." His eyes seemed to dance, grin still over his face.

He glanced at her tray when she stood up, and easily understood how she felt. He once nearly choked on something once, of course not that bad of a case what the girl had.

"I'm Nine." He said. Of course it wasn't his real name, and people might think it just a nickname, but to him it was real... and his family and any friends he once had.

It wasn't hard to tell that she seemed annoyed, but his young personalty quickly dismissed it, and went straight to thinking about whether or not this morning walk/jog seemed like fun for the moment, and what he could do to make it even more fun, dark thoughts already came to him when he thought of going near the lake, a mischievous look slithered into his gray eyes, but it was quickly gone.

Before he could answer, his attention immediately shifted to the fact that she had a tail, he tilted his head and frowned a moment, then a brow half raised. "You have a tail." He stated the obvious. He had never met a girl with a tail before and he found it rather odd, but he wasn't one to judge, sometimes he could seem as innocent and young as a child so judging others didn't come to him very well.

"I'll come along." He then said, before walking to a counter with a slight skip to his walk. He plucked up an apple from a basket on he counter, not once thinking about how the girl had just been choking on a piece of apple not long ago, before he headed back towards the girl, hiding his small grin.