[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Drury Lanes/Gr8 Eats[/h3][/u]

Disinterested with bowling for the moment, Shiro made his way over to 'Gr8 Eats'. Looking at the neon sign, he smiled and chuckled to himself at the eatery's name. Already knowing what he wanted, he walked up and placed his order. His order a plain burger with a side of fries and a soda. Producing his Lien card to pay for his meal, he tapped it against the register where it automatically took the appropriate funds. [b]"Would you like a receipt, sir?"[/b] the male cashier asked. Shiro shook his head. [b]"No, thank you."[/b] He then stuffed his card in his pocket as he waited for his order to be completed. Turning around, his ears twitched as he started to take notice of the other patrons of the bowling alley. A colorful group of students seemed to be discussing something, it looked like they were introducing themselves to one another. Curiously, he tilted his head. Had another team of students formed at Beacon? Ears drooping as a brief expression of exasperation washed over him, it really killed him being left out of the loop without his Scroll. He would've been able to easily keep up to date on all news related to Beacon and check his abysmally small student bank account if he still had one. He was still waiting on Gren to get him a replacement, however his partner was going to manage that. As his name was called up for his food, Shiro turned back around and took his platter. Grinning brightly and thanking the cashier.

Quickly picking out his seat at an unoccupied table, he set his tray down and neatly arranged his area before digging in. The cashier even thought to give him a little cup with ketchup in it. [i]"How thoughtful,"[/i] Shiro mused. After spreading an even and thin layer of mayonnaise on the underside of the top bun of the burger, he dug in.  Eating quickly, but not appearing to be gorging himself he took particular care to not make a mess. Not a single crumb left the boundaries of his red plastic tray. He kept his mouth and bandaged hands well-wiped and free of any grease or food particles. Each fry he dipped into the little clear plastic cup of ketchup, alternating between bites of his burger. Delighted at the juiciness of the burger meat, the warm and soft buns, and the crispy fries Shiro seemed content with his meal. Finished within minutes, he washed his meal down with refreshing gulps of his soft drink. Cold, carbonated, and with plenty of ice. Downing his beverage, he swiftly gathered all of his trash and cleared his area before getting up with his tray to toss out the trash. An intrigued Scoot hopped up onto the table and sniffed around for any remains, only to find none. Smirking, Shiro paused to ruffle the ferret's head. [b]"Sorry, buddy. Too little, too late. I would've shared if you were any quicker."[/b] The rodent seemed to huff and scampered off.

After disposing of his refuse, a full Shiro wandered over to the arcade to see what games they had to offer. He saw the obligatory racing games, twitch shooters, and button-mashing fighting games. Complementing those were of course the rhythm and dancing games along with a prize-grabber along with various other games that failed to catch his eye or hold his interest. Especially the prize-grabber game. He could [i]never[/i] win at those and were convinced they were all rigged to just steal little kids' money. Deciding to see if he still had his old skill, he tried his hand at the arcade fighting game. Selecting a small amount of Lien to convert into tokens, he again tapped his Lien card against the machine responsible for doling out the arcade's particular currency. Grabbing a fistful of tokens, he walked over to the game machine and set his jingling coins  on a free space of the console with a cacophonous clinking clatter. Stopping for a moment, he wondered why arcades still used such an archaic way to unlock access to their games. Couldn't he just tap or scan his lien card every so often as with most all other methods of payments for other services? Shrugging, he figured it was a way to maybe limit those from going overboard and emptying children's pocketbooks of their lien allowance. Funny, considering such things like the prize-grabber existed. Shiro swore no one could ever win at those, and refused to believe [i]anyone[/i] could ever win at them. Such people existed in dreams and fantasies, he surmised. Sticking his tongue out, he cracked and popped his knuckles and slid in two tokens to start up a game. As the title/splash screen of the fighter game flashed across the screen, he quickly browsed the character roster and made his selection. His short-attention span causing him to ignore the name of the game or the fighter he picked. She was some long-haired blonde fist-fighter. She looked tough and cool, which was all Shiro needed to decide on his pick.

Fingers rapidly tapping away, Shiro began pounding away through the game's 'campaign'. Scoot, forever nosy, climbed up along Shiro's back to perch on his shoulder to see what the tiger faunus was up to. Scoot sniffing at the air, Shiro's focus allowed him to not become distracted by his little friend as his blonde fighter avatar expertly blasted away at the easier difficulty fighters with her awesome shotgun-gauntlets.