UwU, can you please put up Kris's form again? If you don't want to it's fine! Then we can start!

Sure.

Name: Kristopher.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Image/Description: About 5'6 and a bit lean, soft blue eyes and wavey type styled blond hair that sometimes drapes over one eye. Fair skin and soft complexion, along with sharp but slightly rounded features. Usually wears casual black hoodies with weird logo's and slightly bagging gray pants often with rips along the calves and thighs.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Personality: Rather calm and lay back, has one heck of an ego and will get himself into trouble if allowed to think he can do it all. Can be nice but doesn't often care to do so and just makes pretty rude jokes that he seems to think smirk worthy. But is sometimes stubborn in his ways of doing or thinking, and he believes being a good listener ... is being a wussy.
Other: Chocolate.

Yay! Now we start (*Sees chocolate in other* Ah, brings back so much memories TwT)

The principal, Mrs. Taney, led Kris down a hall.
"We have something special for you," She said in a demanding, high authority voice, "To help you. We noticed how you where struggling... so we thought this would help!"
She led him into the detention room, gesturing for him to sit down, "I'll be right back. Your surprise will be here in a moment," She then left the room.

Indeed.)

Kris sighed, lazily flopping down in a seat.

After about a moment a boy opened the detention room door. He looked nervous, like he was second guessing everything. He walked forward, finally entering the room. He spotted Kris and smiled, showing off perfect pearly white teeth.
"Hello. My name is A-45-V0, but I prefer Aihvo or Avo," He said holding out a hand to shake.

Kris raised an eye brow, standing and shaking the boys hand. "Ey, Avo. Name's Kris."

"Nice to meet you Kris. I was sent to help you make friends, I hope we can be friends," He said in a hopeful tone, shaking his hand in a gentle way, a kind smile on his face.

"Hm. Alright." Kris said, a little caught off guard by the kind smile and gentle manner. It was new to him for sure.

He finally let got, stepping back, "I hope I can help you make friends. I still think I'm not ready but they said I was," He said looking nervous.
Most robots looked happy, weary sometimes. But Avo looked outright nervous, something robots never showed.

He became confused, that wasn't normal. "Depends, you might but you might not. Either way, show and prove to be." He gave a shrug.