perchance to dream

Crowds. Enzo hated crowds; they messed his echolocation up and made it much more difficult for him to maneuver about. Just as with a bat, the many voices and miscellaneous sounds crowds brought interrupted the path of sound vibrations from him to what's around him and things become confusing. He stopped in his tracks suddenly just before running into someone of whom he didn't realize was so close due to their quiet steps being drowned out by the cacophony of voices and footsteps about the courtyard. It wasn't until he heard the sped up drumming of an excited heartbeat as they glanced up and moved to the side, that he had registered the person's presence. Of course he couldn't tell if they were watching where they were going or not but he could easily infer it by the speed of their heart beat as they passed.

He sighed, one hand upon a nearby tree as he stopped to tap the tip of his boot against the ground in order to be sure of his surroundings. There was a bench near here, about ten paces ahead if he had remembered correctly and was in the spot he believed he was. Counting in his head as he walked and paying closer attention to the sound of his boots crushing the grass below him, he tried to drown out as much of the surrounding noises as he could. As he neared the bench the sound of another heartbeat came into focus and he paused, momentarily unsure if someone was standing there, walking toward him or maybe he was in the wrong spot. Ruling it out however; no footsteps or change in the heartbeat and using his echolocation by way of tapping his foot against the ground again (as was more discrete then say snapping his fingers), he found the spot that gave him a dull feed back which he knew as the bench. So someone was sitting here? He resisted the urge to sigh, having wanted quiet and opted for maneuvering to other side of the bench, feeling around for its edge before sitting and hoping whoever was sitting here wouldn't comment on that oddity.

'....Dog?' Enzo thought with confusion. Who was she even talking to? He didn't hear any other footsteps approach and didn't think anyone else was standing there or even sitting on the bench. It wasn't even big enough to fit three people without them sitting thigh to thigh was it? He certainly wasn't sitting that close to anyone. That's when it hit him; she wasn't talking to someone else, she was talking to him wasn't she? He shifted in his spot awkwardly, turning to face her direction as though to give a false sense that he could actually see her. He wasn't even going to do that much but wouldn't that just be downright mean?

"I'm not a dog in case you haven't noticed." He scoffed in response, crossing his arms over his chest and countering the odd greeting with something that probably came off even more crude than silence would have been. Oh well. What kind of a greeting was calling someone a dog anyhow? Sure he's heard it before but it was just down right stupid and so his solution was rude logic.

"....Fellow human?" Enzo echoed, shifting in his spot a bit. "You are aware that a good amount of students here aren't human, aren't you?" He questioned, scratching at the back of his neck in thought. "And by saying that, are you implying that you yourself are human?" He was aware that there were plenty of humans with powers here but also there was a significant amount of supernatural or mythological creatures here. He simply thought it was odd to assume he was human right off the bat. Sure he looked human or as far as he knew he did but there were plenty of creatures who did as well and so it had him puzzled and wondering if maybe par of this person's ability was to tell what another's were or something along those lines.

"...Right." Enzo droned with uncertainty, sure that something more was going on here. That or this person was simply down right strange.

"It's a bench...and I'm sitting on it. You do the math." He answered dryly, finding the question odd to begin with. He wasn't meaning to be rude but it seemed obvious to him; he didn't need a reason to be sitting on this specific bench, did he?

"Are you sure you're human?" He questioned. "Or is English not your native language?" He could understand if that was the case as English isn't his native language and it took him a while to get the hang of it. Not that it was perfect now, but having spoken it for several years now he could call himself decently fluent.

"That makes more sense then." Enzo commented, feeling a little stupid that he hadn't given that possibility a thought before. "Ahh....sorry for sounding rude at all earlier." He apologized for his recent responses to the girl, hoping he didn't come off as too harsh or mean.

"When I first came here I didn't speak any English at all, so I understand how difficult it must be." He spoke in a softer tone this time, all trace of annoyance gone from his voice.

"I'm from Italy and the name's Enzo, by the way." He gave himself an introduction. He wasn't quite sure what she meant earlier but he didn't prod, not wanting to come off both rude and nosy.