He watched her for a moment, saying nothing as she looked at him. Her hand was over her nose, for a moment he wondered what was up with that. She then said that she had gotten herself into one of those situations once more. He sighed a bit, he knew all to well what she meant. She seemed to get herself in these kind of situations a lot. He did not mind, but he knew others did. She asked a lot of questions. Most of the time they were innocent, but they tended to rub others the wrong way at times. He nodded a bit, a sign of understanding what she meant. He remained silent however, waiting for her to continue on with what had happened fully. When she began to speak about the girls and Conner, his frown once more returned.
Females, they seemed to indeed be mainly the ones who stirred up trouble within this school, where Aysel was concerned. Female heros, or wannabe heros in this case. Then again, they were all teenagers, he had come to learn that teens here in this world were indeed something of...moody and full of themselves. She went on to say they told her to buzz off, and he felt a bit of sadness tug at his heart. What she asked next though surprised him a bit. Was her nose brown? He tilted his head slightly, looking at her with genuine curiosity. He was going to answer, when the door bursted open, and a girl game into the library. Her skin blue in color, he thought he had seen her around before. His mind distracted for a moment, he took a breath.
He pushed thoughts aside, before turning back to look at his friend. He shook his head, reaching a hand up to take hers, fully removing it from any attempts to cover her face. "Your nose is fine" he says, "not brown at all..." He thought for a moment, "perhaps they meant that you were placing your attention where it was not wanted?" he asked. He was not trying to be mean, he was a typical blunter man. "It seems the subject was indeed one of private intentions with the girl" he tugged a bit on the rim of his scarf, "I am sure they merely did not know your intentions...or that they are merely foolish." He shrughed, looking up at her, "I will speak with them if you desire it?" Of course he had no way of knowing what had just gone on with the other girl who had come in.
He knew she would probably not go for it, but he offered none the less. He did care for her, and did not desire to see her in such a way. He instead turned, holding her hand still. He tugged her along in silence, to a section of books he had been working with that morning. He ran a finger along them with a free hand, while the other did not let go of her hand. It was an innocent enough motion for him, he did not even think of what it could mean to those who were watching. He found a book he was looking for, slipping it from the shelf. It was a book on Earthly mannerisms and language. He handed it to her, finally releasing her hand as he did so. "Perhaps this might be of use to you?" the library was one to constantly get new material, especially with the addition of new students and classes.
He tilted his head a bit, as he looked at her. "I have heard many rumors of this one called Conner...from what I have seen personally he is an...interesting person" he blinked a bit, "many seem to find him a topic of discussion...." He shrugged, "either way, such females are foolish for not understanding...you merely are curious by nature, it is a part of you. The best way to fit into one's surroundings is to learn information on them..." He gently scratched his cheek with a finger, "besides....such curiosity...suits you nicely..." It was awkward, but it was a compliment, his way at least. He was not good with people or words, and it showed. It was one of the reasons for his standings with others. He tried though, especially when it was her. He was trying to do better, partially for her, to explain himself and feelings better.
Then again, talking to others was exhausting enough as it was. People were quick to judge, to jump to conclusions. They seemed to think they always knew what was best for people, what they truly desired, what they felt, or who they were without asking. Such assumings were something that got on his nerves. He prefered people to get to know him before making their conclusions. Though many who tried did not get far. He was a complex individual, a mass of contradictions and opposites. He knew that frustrated people, it was one reason that tied into why he was trying to get better as well. He turned away, brushing off his comment by looking at the nearby books. His eyes on their titles for a moment, he had fallen silent once more. It was impossible as most people said to know what was going through his head at these times, he was a master with a poker face as they said.