With a bored grumble, the young man finally turns his eyes up. Immediately, they fix onto your form with an intensity that is jarring compared to his earlier demeanor; the cyan hue sparking to life like lightning. He squints and sizes you up for a few seconds. He doesn't want to get his hopes up that this will be any different from all the mediocre opponents he's dealt with thus far "Tch, what are you looking at?"