[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro[/h3][/u]

[i]Bzt. Bzt. BZT![/i]

Gasping as he woke with a start, Shiro sat straight up as someone's alarm shook him out of the realm of Dreams and violently threw him back into the waking world. Silvery-white hair a disheveled mess, he slowly blinked as he yawned and stretched. Joints popping and cracking as he did so. Rubbing the 'sleepies' out of his eyes, Shiro sniffed as he rolled over the side of his bed. Spilling/falling off of the top bunk, he abruptly face-planted on the floor below. Laying there for a few silent moments, Shiro groaned pathetically. What a way to wake up. Scoot woke up from the sound of the crashing and slowly approached Shiro's still body. Tilting his head, the ferret sniffed at Shiro.

[i][b]"Morning!"[/b][/i]
Scoot greeted his tiger friend. He was fast learning new words to use each day.
Shiro only groaned again in response. What a lovely way to start his morning.

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After going through his morning routine and getting a big breakfast from Beacon's cafeteria, Shiro sat amongst the other students for Monday morning's combat class with Scoot sitting on his usual perch which happened to be Shiro's shoulders. As Ms. Goodwitch sent out a mass notification to all attending the class, Shiro only looked around with a distraught expression. He seriously needed to get a replacement for his Scroll, he just always forgot to remind Gren to get him one. Tapping on one of the shoulders of a student sitting next to him, he asked if he could possibly see who it was he was going up against. Thankfully, the student obliged and tilted the screen of their Scroll so that Shiro could see.

[i]"Lucas Schwarze, huh?"[/i]
Tapping at his chin, he scoured his memory to see if he knew anyone by that name. Needless to say, nothing came to mind.
[i]"Can't say I know him. Sigh. If I had my Scroll I may have at least [b]some[/b]knowledge of who he is. Damn it, why'd I have to go and break my Scroll!?"[/i]
Shiro constantly beat himself up for having shattered the precious device during his first mission. Ah, well. Gold eyes scanning the crowd of Beacon Huntsman-to-be, he saw someone that matched the profile picture he saw on the adjacent student's Scroll standing and waving. Target sighted, the Tiger Faunus mentally steeled himself.