"Self defense? I always thought good self defense was ducking and running. Or standing perfectly still, if you don't move, it doesn't really hurt as much." The words were spoken with that quirky smile, as if perhaps he had been dropped on the head as a baby. His head certainly got kicked in a time or two, but the words did not come from him like it was an old wound that was having salt shoved into it. Just a fact of life, like the sky is blue, and healthy grass is green.
"How would you use it as self-defense?" Asked as he slid across the floor in his socks, as if skiing. Not realizing he likely looked ridiculous though that was part of his off-beat charm.
"Oh! And did you ask the school about street performing?" He had considered it. Street performing might help his mom and sister out more.