Harold caught the drop of the jesting, and chose to become more mature once again as well. "I see. It's a shame that such petty and superficial problems are so important to so many in the World. And indeed I am. It was important to know where to put my items and belongings." He replied and jestured to his backpack, suitcaase, and his light brown crossbody computer bag at his sides....and back. (This guy is pretty interesting. I wonder what he could have as a talent in any case. I have yet to see it, however one conversation is unlikely to be enough for all talents....)

"I do hope that our school lives here aren't as dull and nonessential as their's apperently are. And how school usually is. Perhaps this could be the start of an equally benifictial acquiantenship?" Harold continued on, hoping to find a friend in Timothy apperernetly.

[Addon] Harold's weaker, twing like body stumbled forward slightly after having Thisa run into him. Recognizing another possible girl to be behind him, and the cause of his stumble, Harold quickly straightened himself out, pushed up his glasses again, and turned around to interogate the female behind him, one that seemed somewhat familiar to himself. (She does seem very similar to someone I know, perhaps an acquaintence of the past?)

"....Ah, it is no problem. I suppose working and walking are not always the easiest of maneuverse to make while indisposed." Harold replied after a moment of thought, he quickly reached down and picked up her notebook, noticing the designs and notes of mechanical beings, and more likely- Robots. Harold loved Robots. AI too!