[which one is the brat stuck with the other, seriously]

[oh, the younger boy isn't the only one to have his haughtiness, looking at the hand offered to him with plain disdain before turning his chin away at it, reaching up to (successfully) grip the table once again and lift himself up -- how stubborn]

"Haibane"? What kind of stupid name is that... [he doesn't even recognize how he knows it's a stupid name, the characters that form the word in writing, the pronunciation more than mimicry but not enough to be memory. a cold gaze is all that meets that personal inquiry, not deigning to respond to things like vague visions he has no will to comprehend, not when he's soaked and cold and this deeply confused]

[...the proper respect. really?]

There's no way in hell I'm showing you respect; you're just a pipsqueak with an extra-loud helping squeak. [it isn't a terribly good show of his own condition, however, when his teeth chatter loudly on that last word -- how is it this kid doesn't seem to be suffering from the cold like he is? sure, he isn't wet, but... is his face flushed?]

Fine. If you don't know who we are, then what about where we are?