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Christopher Harris

Christopher's eyes widened and he forced himself to look the other in the eyes. [b]"Forgive me. I only assumed...[/b] (he cut himself off and placed his hands behind his back, gripping the palms together - firmly - before taking a breath) [b]Assumptions, as my father always says - Ass out of 'u' and 'me' -[/b] (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.) [b]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 [/b](ironically he thought, a perfect idiom for the now rather obvious Cainism in his previous home) [b]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. [/b](He laughed lightly, the first real bit of emotion he showed - He looked around the entrance hall) [b]This style... it's Elizabethan for the most part right? It's rather exquisite. Highly unusual for the area."[/b] 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.