He shrugged again, used to people not being used to it. He stepped back and closed both hands around the railing. He dragged his rear end up and perched it on the rail, sitting easily as his large feet dangled toward the floor. "Mos' don't. 'S ok, 'm not normal." He let out another rumbling chuckle, amused by this fact. He found nothing wring with not being normal, he had never wanted to be normal, and he did live in a nation where being odd, different or extraordinary was a requirement for citizenship.
"Water's good." Kyle was technically an omnivore, but his body tended to gravitate towards carnivore with random craving for pastas. As acidic as his system needed to be to be nearly constnatly digesting meat, fruits and other acidic things left him feeling rather miserable if consumed. He paused a moment as something seemed to dawn on him. "'Anks." A rather butchered thank you, but a thank you none the less. At long last.