"Unique" would be one of the nicer terms used to describe the feral, they were usually more colorful and insulting. Not that Gibney cared, he knew he was different, but was not about to try and change to fit in. Sure he got yelled at by pretty girls when he was just trying to do something nice, but trying to fit in, be normal and ignore his instincts was too large of a task for the wild youth. He was happy with his life as it was, so it was all fine.
Talk more sometime? He wanted to? He wasn't telling him to get lost? Well that was nice, Kyle grinned widely at the suggestion and nodded his head swiftly. Oh yes he wanted to talk more, but then he was leaving. Had to get home? Wasn't going to stay and talk? He gave a little pouty huff at this, but soon dismissed it as he watched the other stumble and run away. That was strange. He shrugged and headed to the line to order his meal.
It was several hours later when Gibney had exhausted another stack of lives on his game and boredom had settled in that the tracker in him emerged again. Well, his new friend had said that he wanted to talk more... so... He shrugged and snatched up his skateboard before he launched himself off his balcony. He sailed freely through the air for a few glorious moments before he landed on the ground below with a hard thud. Grinning about sticking the landing, Gibs shot off through the evening in search of his new friend, nose leading the way.