Isamu continued cleaning up, sweeping bits of rice and stew into a small dustpan, when he heard the door to the dorms enter and another student come over to the common room. His mind was already swimming because of what had just happened, but the outburst of this other student was met with a dry chuckle. The fact that it was in English meant one thing: this was the notoriously angry transfer student he'd heard....well, really just that one thing about. 

[b]"Wall steal your lunch money, or you just think it looks better with a few holes?"[/b] Shaking his head, he threw out some more of the garbage and shrugged. [b]"Help me out a bit? I spooked some guy before and he kinda....tossed his meal all over the place. I could really use some help. These damned dustpans aren't meant for lobster use, I keep dropping them."[/b] As if to illustrate his point, the now-empty dustpan started to slip from his grasp, and he groaned before fixing his grip. Another shrug and a self-derisive smile were his response.