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"Pfff, like they do anything special. If anything, one's true origins should matter more than a fancy colored shadow. But I digress; why would I be jealous? I have too much stuff to do as it is, and frankly, other people only clog the streets and interrupt precious research time. And frankly, I only joined in because I didn't much care for your tone, and felt you should know as such." Mitch replied evenly, his voice gaining a slight monotone quality. He shook his head, and changed his stance, baring his palms towards Starlet, and slouching slightly more than he was. "Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot; I understand the significance of white shadows, they only occur every thousand generations in certain bloodlines and so forth, but I was apparently called from the otherworld to here, so I don't have that kind of history in my line. I'm Mitch." He said apologetically, trying to seem less standoff-ish than he had before. "I'm a bit of a jerk at times, I know, and I realize that must have been one of those times. I had no right to barge in on your conversation like that, and I'm sorry. Now, if you excuse me, I must get to class." He added, bowing deeply for slight sarcastic emphasis. He began walking towards the dorm where his room was located. "Though, I don't remember what class it is I have next, so I may just go sleep." He said over his shouder, smirking slightly.