<STOP. TALKING.
Please.>
<Wait, what? Who are you? You aren't the other person are you? You sound different, so I guess you aren't. Why were you listening in on our conversation? That's not very nice! How many people can hear this anyway? Is this entrapment? Is my precious brainmeats in danger? Wait, but why is talking bad? Do you not like Hikari? Is she not good to talk to?><My nigga, you only needed to say yes or no. Don't transmit everything that pops into your head.>
Alex looks down. Yep, still Albino-corpse-pale. Hmmm.
<Hey, you got my colour completely wrong. Are you sure you're communicating with the right person? Oh, are you colour blind? Also, you shouldn't use that word, it's not nice, and you might get beaten up or shot by spontaneously appearing African American people wearing suits! I'm not sure why that would happen, but Sarah told me a lot about how it happened to her father and that was why she was in the orphanage! Also also how can I say yes or no when you ask me if I want something but don't explain anything about it? That's why I asked questions! And this isn't everything that pops into my head, if I was doing that->*Eren is bombarded with several songs; a bunch of notes on the lesson; a series of pictures of puppies, kittens and spiders; a number of rather explicit anatomical diagrams and designs that range from "camera feed from an operating theater" tier to "if Giger and Lovecraft were geneticist partners and drawing up their next project from the inside out;" a couple of recipes for quiche; and a 3D map of the classroom with everything green in it highlighted.*
<- it would be more like this. See, big difference!>"What are your thoughts on butterflies?"
Alex looks panicked, and looks around the classroom, mouth opening and closing in numerous aborted attempts at speech.
<Hey, stop-talky person, Hikari's trying to talk to me, what should I do? It's rude not to respond, but I don't want to talk if there's something I'm not supposed to say to her or something! Details fast help plox kthx!>Stalling, Alex smiles nervously, and goes with the "link hands together in vaguely butterfly shape and flap them around a bit" tactic.