Looking around, Shiro realized he may have made too much of a show. After his loud outburst, he bashfully scratched the back of his head and slowly sat back down. Face red as he cleared his throat, he quieted down. Though, his silent moment was short lived as his eyes caught sight of Abel. He enthusiastically shot up and waved at him.

[b]"Hey, Abel! We're over here!"[/b]

As Abel came up to their table and sat, a bright grin graced Shiro's features, though he wrinkled his nose when he saw what Abel brought to eat. It seemed to be nothing but foliage and vegetation to him. He didn't understand how some people could eat the green-stuff. Abel sanitized his hands and saw the mini-grill that Gren was cooking on.

[b][color=0072bc]"You're crazy-prepared,"[/color][/b] he said matter-of-factly.
[i]"That's a bit rude. No 'hello' or 'hi'?"[/i] Shiro frowned, but quickly shook it away.

Abel then took a moment to compliment them on their sparring matches. Shiro's frown quickly returned. Everyone else seemed to go dust-to-the-wall and gave it their all. Shiro didn't even activate his Semblance or use his Axe at the very least, so he felt his fight hadn't gotten that serious. His feelings of inadequacy and low self-worth briefly returned. But, when Abel mentioned his own negative feelings, he pushed away his own concerns.

Patting Abel on his wide upper back, Shiro offered him one of his signature grins.
[b]"Aww, don't worry about it Abel. As far as I see it, the matches weren't about winning or losing. Just to show everyone what we're made of. As long as we had fun and made it out okay."[/b] Shiro felt a little better to know that he wasn't alone with his emotions. 

[b][color=0072bc]"What did you think of math? Fullbuster's a pretty sweet name, but he was so...uninspiring. Took me about ten minutes to get my head on straight and start workin' through that packet."[/color][/b] Abel asked them.

Shiro's ears and tail slowly drooped. He tapped at his chin with a single gloved finger.
[b]"Well..I thought his name was kind of odd, to be honest. Seeing him snoozing in his chair made me want to fall asleep too."[/b]
[i]"Which, I later did in History class..."[/i]
[b]"As for that packet...Aha...I did what I could..."[/b] Shiro felt better knowing he wasn't the only one that seemed to have trouble.

Gren mentioned how his hand was fine and only got a bit banged up. Somehow, Shiro doubted that. Giving Gren an odd look, he couldn't help but feel that something was out of place. Shrugging, he reverted back to his usual smile. [b]"Ah well, the important thing is that you're okay now."[/b]

As Shiro patiently waited for Gren to finish cooking the meat he brought along, Gren said,  [b][color=00a651]"I think I might have brought too much food for just the three of us. Why don't you two invite your opponents over to eat? Make friends with your rivals and such. I'll stay here and cook up what I can. If you find Indigo, could you ask him to come over as well?"[/color][/b]

He frowned, he didn't exactly think Gren brought too much. In fact, Shiro could've quite possibly eaten most if not all of the meat had with him. But, that probably wasn't his intention. To give all of it to Shiro, that is. Sharing was caring, after all. The idea suddenly struck him in a positive way. It would be a great way to make more friends. Surely they would appreciate the tasty meal much more so than whatever they were currently ingesting. Tail swaying back and forth energetically, he grinned and saluted Gren.

[b]"Right! On it, friend!"[/b]

Now, how to grab most of the other teams' attention? Why not boldly go? Lifting his feet onto his seat so that he was squatting low, he decided to make another show of himself. He'll deal with the embarrassment later. Winding up, Shiro launched himself into the air. Up and over the large moving crowd, he aimed his jump so that he would land onto one of the other team's tables. Aimed well enough, he gracefully landed quite literally in the middle of their conversations. As the table shook slightly from his landing, he straightened up and scratched at his cheek with a gloved finger.

[i]"Hmm...Now, what to say?"[/i]
He hadn't thought too well ahead.
Screw just normally walking up to them and asking them all politely to join them at lunch. That was boring.

Stretching his arms out, he decided to loudly proclaim.
[b]"My friend brought too much food and we can't eat it all ourselves! If you're still hungry and would like some freshly grilled meat and stuff, come join Team Swansong at our table! You're all welcome to sit and eat with us!"[/b]

Standing on their table, arms wide open, with a stupidly cheesy grin on his face he hoped that was enough to collect all of their attention. He then pointed from where he had launched himself from, at Gren and Abel.

[b]"We're over there!"[/b]
[i]"Wait, shoot! I didn't think if my actions would embarrass Gren and Abel! Sapphire might get pissed at me...[/i]"
Still grinning, he blinked.
[i]"Ah well, I'll deal with it later."[/i]