He looked curiously at the boy, though the expression was hidden by his mask. Gerome thought about his silence, about what he should do. This was supposed to be an awkward situation? Maybe to others, but Gerome didn't mind silence. Sometimes he was happiest when he didn't have to talk.

Gerome sat himself down upon the grass properly, legs crossed, hands resting upon his lap.

"My name is Gerome... I am new here."