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Xaviar, at first, was indeed confused at how Harvey--whose name was now learned appropriately--knew his name already. Harvey's answer was more than satisfactory, to which Xaviar gave an understanding nod. "Indeed. A pleasure to meet you, Harvey." For the time being, it seemed that they would coexist as acquaintances, which was good enough for him. Seeing that Harvey was done with the conversation, and began to unpack his belongings, Xaviar followed suit, unpacking his own items in relative silence.

Xaviar first unpacked what would be expected: a few sets of civilian clothes, his own personal items of hygiene, and some books of his own. His books, unlike his black-haired counterpart, were strictly that about science, and were far fewer in number. Four, to be exact: a college-leveled human physiology and biology textbook, a detailed guide to cybernetics and the parts they comprise of, a book on bioaugmenting theory and practice, and a black leather-bound draftbook. It was there where the similarities really drew the line. After these simple items were stowed away properly, Xaviar proceeded to then produce two mediate metallic boxes, exact duplicates with an exception of their colors and contents. One was a brushed steel, and contained a complete set of bioaugment tools; while its counterpart, a coal black in color, contained enough scrounge to build several different bioaugment and cybernetic enhancements and replacements. These he set upon the desk that was closest to him, claiming the one of four as his own in doing so.

He finally pulled out the last of his items, which were to be found in a olive-green messenger bag he pulled from his somewhat larger bag. From this bag he removed a single item, a gift from his own loved ones, and just as useful to Xaviar. It was a computer tablet, but that of what the professionals in the bioaugment world would use, with the latest programs to assist in creation and coding. While it was a dear gift, and more than he could have ever dreamed of, he was also aware as to the stigma it could give off. He would have to be careful with this gift; he would not want to accidentally push any social buttons and create enemies. Especially when they came prepared with a knife.

Glancing over at Harvey's knife, Xaviar cocked his eyebrow in curiosity, but said nothing of it to the black-haired boy. He supposed he would just have to assume that he was in no danger, and that the knife was no more than a gift. For, surely, the Government would never select blood-lusting psychopaths to be roomed with others.

...would they?

With a small shake of his head to clear his thoughts, Xaviar took the tablet to his desk and began setting up the small workplace to begin tinkering.