He honestly didn't. Their was homework, of course, but his attitude towards it was radically different than your average Japanese school kid. He didn't say to hell with it like some, and he didn't obsess over it like the majority, but instead fell into some place in between the two extremes.<br/><br/>"I'll just be over here  if you need me. Though if you see me around school or town, and need some help with something, let me know." He could hear what seemed almost like exaggeration in her tone of voice, and although his placid appearance may lead one to think their is little going on in his head, it was actually grinding away steadily.<br/><br/>His thoughts tended to race, like a bullet train, and it ran around the clock. Analyzing, dissecting, thinking, rethinking, puzzling things out. Specifically now, just why her tone had been so potent. It did not seem sarcastic, nor did she seem the sarcastic type. Because of how shy she appeared to be, and given her doll, he imagined she probably did not have a lot of positive social interactions, and that was the most likely reason for what he heard.<br/><br/>Unless she said or did something to stop him, he would return to the table in the common room to continue working on his homework. He really didn't mind if she stopped him, but he... well, he didn't really know how to keep a conversation going.