[Leo's ears aren't wrong: When the door cracks open, there's definitely already another boy in the room.

And also about a half-dozen suitcases. Well -- a half-dozen, plus one or two packaged boxes. They're set up on the bed, tossed on top of the wardrobe and dresser, and crowded around at his feet, most of them half-unpacked at best. Shindou's tried to keep them confined to his side of the room as much as possible, knowing that he'd probably have company soon, but that just makes it slower going, maneuvering around them. It's all a bit much, but...it was hard to tell his parents "no" after effectively dying on them for five years. Even harder, after they'd consented to letting him stay at the school still.

So, he's working around all the clutter, sorting out (immaculately folded) clothes from one of his cases, when the door cracks open.]

Ah, hi! I apologize for all this; I'll have it out of the way in a --

[There's a surprised pause, when Shindou actually swivels around to look back towards the door. He can't disguise that much. This guy's...probably the most visible mutant he's ever seen? He's even got Professor Wagner beat by a long shot.

But then he smiles and starts nudging some of his luggage closer towards his bed to make more room. Leo'll even get a short, greeting bow, when and if he decides to step inside the room.]

Are you staying in here? I'm Shindou; nice to meet you.

I really am sorry for the mess...