"Sorry. He's not used to being around so many mutants."

Which...was suspiciously like apologizing for an older, bigoted relative. Almost exactly like that, actually. Shindou didn't bother to elaborate, however. He meant to apologize as much for the discomfort he'd dragged into their conversation as for his family's hired hand's behavior, and lingering on the subject wouldn't make that any better. They just needed to get inside and focus on something normal for a change.

Well, whatever passed for normal at this school.

"Do you have your schedule for classes together already? It's hard to imagine them starting back up tomorrow."

There, that was his weak attempt at normalcy. Homework, lectures, and academics, standard schoolkid stuff. (Shindou honestly couldn't wait.)