Sho was in a foul mood when his nurse dragged him out of bed and to the cafeteria. Not only had he failed to crunch that attoliter psychic punk in a "duel", but he'd gotten his asymptote kicked by the masked monomial who interrupted them. So it was with a slam that he set down his heaping tray of food at the first empty spot he could find that wasn't directly adjacent to any small children. He was sick of small children, especially since he now had listings for Nanobrats 1 through 3.

Angrily stuffing French toast in his mouth, it wasn't until the mathematician tilted his head at an upwards angle to drink his juice that he even noticed the other person across from him and that they seemed only nominally less disgruntled than he felt. Gulping noisily, he swallowed his food before talking - a small mercy that was only by coincidence, not any form of learned manners.

"What's got your linear equations in a knot?" he asked with a surly look on his face, clearly upset that anyone in his immediate radius had the nerve to be angry when he was obviously far more wronged than them.