[u][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Robert Escort -> Armory[/h3][/u]

Feeling Sapphire's hand on his shoulders, he couldn't help but roll his eyes too. What did she want now? Eyes lazily scanning the air above him, he still took in her words but granted her no response. Go ahead. Talk to Ozpin. He was doubtful the Headmaster would divulge any sensitive and private information on select students. Even if Sapphire was a Team Leader and he was technically her subordinate. If he thought it would be prudent to notify her of his condition, wouldn't he have done so long ago when she was assigned her position? Whatever. As Sapphire snatched her knife from Robert and left, he couldn't be any happier as he breathed a sigh of relief.

[i]"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, princess."[/i]
Shiro wasn't normally one to think ill of anyone.
But Sapphire was quickly becoming a 'special' exception.
Where was that small bit of warmth and understanding that she showed during their first mission?
Was that all she could muster within her heart as a decent human being?
[i]"Compassion skill cool down time estimated 4 years."[/i]
Shiro smirked at his internal joking.
Shaking his head, he tried to keep his thoughts in a positive light.
[i]"Come on, cut it out. Don't be mean.."[/i]

Just in time, Shiro arrived at Grimm Studies with Robert.

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Giving Robert an odd and confused look as he cocked an eyebrow, Shiro couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. Embarrassed, his cheeks tinged a slight red as he looked away at the ground. Scratching his head, he was unsure where Robert was coming from so suddenly with his remarks. Shiro didn't really have much else to say except for a quiet, [b]"Uh...Y-yeah, o-okay. Thanks. See you 'round.."[/b] Turning away, he pulled out his Scroll to distract himself by checking the time. Looking over his shoulder back at Robert, Shiro was obviously flustered. Sure he considered the guy to be a friend, but they weren't [i]that[/i] close. At least, yet. Anyways...There was still time for him to make it to his own Armory class if he hustled. So, breaking out into a brisk jog, he put a bit of pep into his step.

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Tossing his book bag of things under an unoccupied chair at the front of Armory class, Shiro made it just in time as the bell rang. Looking around, Professor Chatsworth hadn't arrived yet it seemed. All well and good, it worked for his favor. Unceremoniously plopping down into his seat, Shiro let out a sigh and racked his mind to focus at the tasks at hand. Unaware of the students were seated around him, he didn't pay them any mind as he unsheathed his sword from its shield and set the thick blade on the desk in front of him.

[b]"Step one; Disassembly..."[/b]

Shiro muttered to himself, his gloved fingers working with a vigorous dexterity as he began to click, pick, and unlock various parts of Kladenets to break it down. An assortment of many large metal gadgets and doodads that seemed to be machined by a genius who was as equally mentally unstable as they were brilliant. It became quite clear and apparent that Shiro's weapons were hardly solid, rather comprised of complex mechanisms that were somehow able to withstand the rigors of hard combat without fail. Within seconds, Kladenets was broken down into a shell of its complete self. A skeleton. Hefting what looked to be the spine of the sword, Shiro took the time to carefully examine where Luke had battered it. Angling the alloy chunk so that the light could reveal anything that Shiro didn't notice the first glance he gave it.

Brightly smiling, his ears perked as he realized that the damage done was trivial.
[b]"Ah, good! No denting or gouging of the metal. That'll make things quicker and easier on me..."[/b]
Regardless, he still gave it a more intense examination and inspection. He had to be sure after all.
If there [i]was[/i] any extensive damage done, Shiro would have to take out a debt to be paid against Mr. Schwarz. One that could only be repaid in bloodshed. Not that he was going to let anyone else know that, of course.