@pyromanChristopher Harris
Christopher's eyes widened and he forced himself to look the other in the eyes.
"Forgive me. I only assumed... (he cut himself off and placed his hands behind his back, gripping the palms together - firmly - before taking a breath)
Assumptions, as my father always says - Ass out of 'u' and 'me' - (he offered a sort of reluctant grin, the joke clearly practiced behavior taught to cover up awkward situations - He stepped into the house, with a polite nod.)
I will be glad for the assistance though. The transition, while not very much trouble in so far effort it concerned - is something of a watershed moment for me. Leaving the nest (ironically he thought, a perfect idiom for the now rather obvious Cainism in his previous home)
has provided me with far more psychological challenges than I had first anticipated. I might yet need you to lend me your shoulder to violently sob on. (He laughed lightly, the first real bit of emotion he showed - He looked around the entrance hall)
This style... it's Elizabethan for the most part right? It's rather exquisite. Highly unusual for the area." He waited for the main to lead them to where they were supposed to meet the Vice Principle - Ororo? Swahili for Delicate... or soft? Curious. Perhaps he is not the only one who comes from the African Continent then.