Urijah couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. It all happened so fast, the shirt falling and then Cyrus flipping upside down on the branch. The first thing he noticed was his shirt being unbuttoned and tugged in only in the back of his pants. "Holy crap, where'd you come from?" He muttered, having stepped back after being startled. "Oh, yeah, sure." He answered, reaching the shirt back out to him, covering his face with his other hand. He wasn't used to seeing another's chest showing. Sure they had to change in the locker room but he had made it a habit not to stare but Cyrus was right in front of him and they were talking, so of course he'd be forced to look in his direction. The idea of looking anywhere else would simply be rude. It's strange. He looks somewhat familiar but I can't put my finger on it.

Urijah couldn't help but feel happier that he had been smart enough to cover his face because ideas of what Cyrus looked like without a shirt had flashed across his mind and his face flushed red in the process. Think clean thoughts. Think clean thoughts. He thought to himself, being pulled from his thoughts when Cyrus had dropped his shirt on him and requested for him to keep a look out. He didn't reply because he was too busy trying to keep his thoughts clean. He was soon pulled from his thoughts when Cyrus' pants fell on him. He pulled the clothes into his arms as he looked forward, refusing to look up because he had a pretty good idea of what he'd see if he chose to look for Cyrus. He heard a thud and looked to see that Cyrus was fully dressed before taking the clothes from him and stuffing them into his bag. "So true, but why in public?" He asked, inquiring on why Cyrus would change out here for comfortable clothes when anybody could walk by and see him.

Urijah couldn't help but stare at Cyrus' backpack. It was rainbow jewelry adjusted. He silently listened as Cyrus answered his question. "Well I suppose so." He muttered, finding some truth behind that. Even so, he couldn't help but feel curious on how long Cyrus had gone out here for the sake of changing clothes. Cyrus then asked the question he had been thinking for the last couple of seconds. "I don't know." He answered, unable to say for sure since he hadn't seen the vest or tie Cyrus would have been wearing prior to arriving. "I suppose it's possible. What grade are you in?" He asked, thinking it was possible that he had a class with Cyrus or maybe they had seen each other in passing when he was meeting up with his friends prior.

Urijah couldn't help but feel an urge to lean back when Cyrus had leaned forward to get a better look at him. He straightened himself so that he might appear taller as he watched Cyrus. I never would have guessed. He thought to himself, because Cyrus appeared like he might have been on his last year as well. Dance class... oh the embarrassment of that class. He thought to himself as he finally remembered Cyrus. He was told that sooner or later he'd have to take dance lessons and since he had the chance at Panacea Academy. He placed his hand to his face, embarrassed at the idea that Cyrus had been his dance partner. "Well you aren't wrong... I finished junior year and barely came back a few days ago." Oh the memories of those times, he'd be pretty sure that if his father knew about Cyrus being his dance partner and it having been fun, he wouldn't have been pleased. He was supposed to learn how to dance and by dance, he meant properly.

Urijah couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "Uh no. Unfortunately not." He answered with a small smile. "The other school wasn't as fun so I just had to come back here as soon as possible. It just sucked because work got in the way." He mumbled the last part of the sentence, figuring that Cyrus wouldn't care to hear about his personal problems. "Urijah." He answered, not bothered by Cyrus forgetting his name. He had a lot of names to remember and had forgotten Cyrus' as well. "It's nice to meet you again too." His chuckled again when Cyrus mentioned class. "Uh no. I had to chose between two classes so I couldn't take dance again this year." He admitted, though there were times when he questioned on how well he danced in the first place, Cyrus had made it fun while it lasted. "Are you in any clubs this year?" He didn't recall asking Cyrus this last year because they had only talked during class, so there was a chance things changed from last year to now.

Urijah chuckled when Cyrus made his comment. If it hadn't been for the fact he got volunteered and later chose to be Cyrus dance partner because it was fun, he'd have been confused on why being the only male in the dance class to have been a bad thing. It did seem like some of the girls were jealous they didn't get to dance with him but he couldn't help but enjoy dancing with Cyrus when given the chance, he was the most fun out of all of his dance partners, not that Cyrus needed to know that. "I'm surprised nobody else signed up. It seems like a great opportunity to learn dance at school but maybe they are getting private lessons elsewhere." He had asked if Cyrus was in any clubs and listened to his answer. "Oh I see." He answered about to invite him to the gaming club before Cyrus had asked his question. "Yeah I'm apart of the gaming club. If you ever have free time I'd suggest checking it out. I don't think you have to worry about being there all the time if you have work but it could be fun checking out if that'd be of interest to you. I favor chess but I sometimes play other games with the members." He answered, curious on where Cyrus worked.