[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops...[/h3][/u]

Shiro turned his head when Abel made his sudden and rather convenient appearance. [i]"Well, that was fast."[/i] Listening for a moment, he then turned away when his friend was finished speaking. His ears drooped and his tail lazily swept the shingles behind him when Abel mentioned returning to the hellacious class period that was Mathematics.

[i]"Awe, but I don't wanna go back.."[/i]
A little contradictory as he dreaded being late to class..
But didn't quite care that he was essentially skipping class.
Did it count against your attendance record if you appeared for roll call then dipped out? He didn't know.

Looking back to Gren, he removed his hood when the jolly green giant blotted out the light to protect his eyes from the glaring sun's rays. He smiled and was about to voice his thanks, until the next words that came from Gren's mouth questioned Shiro and his Semblance. His body grew rigid as he froze in place solid, his voice getting caught in his throat for the second time that he could remember for the day.

Blinking, Shiro watched as Gren displayed a hologram of...someone who looked to be himself. But frowning, he tilted his head. He didn't recall that event. In fact, he didn't recall telling Abel or Gren anything about the details of his powers. Had he ever done that? He didn't know. Eyes raising to meet Gren's as he spoke, he again sat in silence. Paying close attention, like a good little boy should. Golden eyes looking at the hologram and then to Gren at alternating intervals. Shiro appreciated Gren's concern for him, he truly did. But it wasn't as if he could help his memory loss. When Gren questioned his memory of who Shiro was and what he could remember he looked away. Lowered eyes scanning the shingles in front of him.

[i]"Remember...about myself?"[/i]
Shiro scratched at a shingle as he bit his lips.
[i]"Geez, this feels more like an interrogation than anything.."[/i]
He felt extremely nervous. Uneasy. Uncomfortable. It wasn't hard to tell as his ears frantically twitched around, his tail sweeping to and fro restlessly.
He could feel a potential attack coming, but he cleared his throat and fought it back. 
[i]"Come on, Shiro. You can do this. Just one thing at a time..."[/i]
Shiro sighed and looked up at Gren, repositioning himself so that he addressed Abel as well.
[b]"I don't have a family. My childhood was nothing special, and the past is just that. The past. Behind me. Nothing unique to talk about. There's nothing wrong with me."[/b] Shiro crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks out a little, as if he pouted. Straight and to the point. [b]"If this is going to be some sort of 'interrogate Shiro' pow wow. Then I won't have any of it."[/b] Shiro stood and dusted his rear off. Normally, Shiro would be blabbing away as he suffered from another unofficial disease. Word vomit. Diarrhea of the mouth. Thankfully, something helped him from spilling his heart and guts out. [b]"All I do know is that I'm Kuhaku Shiro. I'm 17 years old and I'm a White Tiger Faunus. Most importantly, I'm a student here at the prestigious Beacon Academy training to become a Hunter. Not just any Hunter too, but a great one. A legendary one."[/b] Pointing to Abel and Gren, he continued. [b]"Who you and Abel were in the past doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is that you're by my side and that you're my friends. You two have my back and I have yours."[/b] Adjusting his clothing and his belongings that were slung on his back, Shiro casually turned away from Gren to walk off. [b]"You can't stop me from using my powers and I won't. If your lives were ever in danger and depended on me giving us a bit of an edge, then I won't hesitate to do whatever is necessary. No matter the cost, no matter what happens to me."[/b]

His tone then changed. His expression brightened as he grinned at Abel, approaching him. It was painfully obvious what he was trying to do. [b]"So! Enough of that! Abel, spill the deets. What's the sitch? Got any info on what's going on down there with that funky music?"[/b] Clearly, he was trying to weasel his way out of another uncomfortable situation. Trying to change the topic of discussion. Trying to run away from the conversation.