[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Mathematics Class[/h3][/u]

Shiro's ears perked under his hood as Gren literally [i]took[/i] his seat next to him. Immediately perking up, Shiro removed his hood to free his silvery-white ears and smile as he sat up. When his armored compatriot posed his question, he didn't have an immediate answer for him. His eyes flitting away momentarily as he picked his words carefully. It wasn't like he was about to admit he had a psychotic episode/panic attack and had to conduct an emergency medication. Speaking of..

His ears and tail stood straight up as a brief moment of cold fear washed over him. He had forgotten to put away his secret little orange pill bottle. Swallowing dryly, he would have to remember to return to the dorm as soon as possible to put it away properly. Last he remembered, he left it open on the bathroom counter. Stuttering and sputtering, he hoped his simple answer would appease his friend.

[b]"U-uh, I-I y'see th-the..."[/b]
He sighed and offered a weak smile.
[b]"Mondays. Am I right?"[/b]
He chuckled nervously. Habitually scratching the back of his head.

At that moment, a familiar feathered faunus came by his desk and dropped his pack on his desk with a cantankerous clatter. Looking up at her, words caught in his throat as his eyes were graced with the student's lovely choice of attire. He held his tongue though and tried his best to maintain eye contact, hoping he didn't come off as rude or creepy for silently staring at her. Thoughts flip-flopping again when she mentioned she had gone through his things, he frantically stuck his head into his bag and rummaged around. [i]"Crap! I didn't leave any extra 'supplies' in my pack did I?"[/i] How many bottles did the doctors prescribe him with anyways? First chance he got, he would have to tidy up his things and organize them.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he quietly thanked her as she walked away. Unsure if his words were heard. Frowning, the moniker she addressed him by confused him slightly. Goofus, sure. But Lynx? [i]"I'm a Tiger though..."[/i] Odd. Continuing to go through his things, he let out an exasperated sound as of course he had everything but basic note taking gear. With perfect timing, a voice behind him caught his attention and he turned 'round in his seat. It was a fellow student from a different team, graciously sharing his own paper and writing utensils with him. Smiling, Shiro reached behind him with gloved hands and received the pen and paper.

[b]"Yeah, I'm Shiro. Nice to meet you too, Ben. That match was pretty fun between Luke and I. But, I seriously need to work on toning it down and work on my hand-to-hand skills."[/b] Looking at each member of Team Bastille, he gave each of them a warm and friendly grin. Softly saying 'Hi' and 'Hello' to each of them. [b]"Your team seems nice and fun."[/b] Kind of like his own, save for one toxic team leader. No, he couldn't think like that. She was probably really sweet deep down inside. Deep deep down. Maybe core of the earth deep. But, it was somewhere down there. Right?

[i]"Stop being nasty, Shiro!"[/i] He thought to himself, shaking his head.
At that moment, Mokuren interrupted his self-reprimanding by viciously hacking away at her assignment. [b]"Uh."[/b] Blinking and then snickering, he couldn't help but be entertained. [i]"Yeah, I feel the same way."[/i] he figured. As he started to turn back around towards the front of the classroom, another member of Team Bastille had torn out some more paper to offer to him. [b]"Oh!"[/b] Reaching for the extra note paper, he stopped for a moment. He had a bad habit of staring into people's eyes silently. He didn't recognize the darker-skinned gal, but slowly accepted her gift anyways.

[b]"Th-thank you.."[/b]

[i]"Man, I see new people every day. It's going to be rough trying to make friends with all of them.."[/i] Neatly gathering his things, he wondered what exactly was the attrition rate and expected graduating percentage of Beacon Academy? Setting his pack on the side of his desk, he stared at the blank paper for a moment.

[i]"Basic paper, huh?"[/i]
Rather archaic. He'd rather take notes on his Scroll.
Ears and tail perking again, he reminded himself. This was the perfect moment to ask Gren!
[b]"Oh! Gren! Hey, I just remembered. My Scroll broke during our first mission and I'd been meaning to ask you if you could maybe hook me up with a new one? Something told me you could help me out with that."[/b]
Looking around himself, he ducked low and lowered his voice for Gren.
[b]"Also, when did Beacon have so many pretty ladies?"[/b]
Uncertain if his whispers were quiet enough so that others couldn't hear.