A hand clapped on Michael's shoulder, making him jump. He quickly turned, only to see Geralt. He sighed. "Christ, don't do that to me." He said, a slight chuckle coloring his voice. The young shapeshifter fell into step with Michael, which provided a kind of feeling of kinship. They both probably knew what it was like to be different. Probably not in the same sense, but close enough, right?<br/><br/>Michael looked at Geralt, who was staring at his messenger bag.<i>"That's a bit bigger than most kid's bags. What's it for? Carrying your victim's bodies around until you find somewhere to dump them?"</i>Michael hoped it was a joke. He chuckled nonetheless.<br/><br/>"Nope. Just my, uh... special bag of tricks."<i>'Oh, great, the Mysterious Stranger bit. That</i>never<i>gets old.'</i>Michael thought to himself. It was kind of a cliche. Michael looked over at Geralt, intending to strike up some kind of conversation.<br/><br/>"So... What'dya do to get stuck in your current form?" Michael asked, and he mentally berated himself. Geralt probably didn't want to talk about it. Whatever, he had said it now. "And how'd you know about the school?"