“It was really more of a question...” A question with a preferred answer, he would admit that much, but still just that. As for whether the situation now looked weird or if there was anybody watching, he remained totally oblivious. Rico did weird and public. He once dragged one of his former best friends through the school in New York by his collar, on his back, for saying precisely the wrong thing. Today, he had no idea what that ‘wrong thing’ was. But he guessed it was different if you were a girl. Or something like that. Just different if you’re not me. Although the revelation that she was a Komodo dragon threw him for a loop. His expression wasn’t surprise as much as it was a realisation of just which species it was that he could smell all over her. “Bull shark,” he shared. “Same problem. McAllister started it.” Though he really couldn’t remember what the bastard had said. Whatever. Tomorrow was another day.
Okay. Alright. He---Yeah, Rico was actually starting to feel bad about that and he wasn’t entirely sure what he had said apart from the gecko bit. His temper bledd into his memory and clouded that stuff up every damn time. Otherwise he probably would never have been expelled the very first time because he’d’ve been able to actually, you know, explain himself. “Yeah... I’m sorry about that. I was seeing red and then -- c’mon, tuna? Big fish got their pride too.” Yeah, he knew tuna was a big fish, but it didn’t have his teeth. He was almost pretty sure he had eaten it off the coast one time. “Duly noted, though.” He even gave a nod. Maybe then she’d stop squinting at him like that.