[u][center][h3]Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary[/h3][/center][/u]
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He could hear it. The sound of something snapping in his head. Shiro is a hard person to truly anger, as is his nature is to typically forgive all for their trespasses. Shiro could never truly hate, very much so in the very same way and seeks to at least be on good terms with all whom he has the pleasure of meeting. But if there was one thing that immediately set him off was someone being outright rude. [i]Especially[/i] if for whatever reason they were being [i]vulgar[/i] and rude. Though it could be argued that Shiro was being rude himself by having butted in on their privacy, he believed he acted out of genuine concern for the two strangers. His offer of food a gesture of goodwill, and in all honesty wasn't any attempt to buy their favor.

So why, when he was acting out of the kindness and goodness in his heart, did this girl who resembled another person whom he took issue with start spouting off obscenities at him as if that were a normal part of everyday polite conversation. Carrying on as if she had done no wrong and it was a non-issue. What had he done to her to deserve this? Who in the hell did she think she was? Did she really think that was okay, to speak like that to a complete stranger? He struggled to maintain his composure.

He had frozen when the headphones-wearing girl spoke, his body stiffening and growing rigid. His smile became 'plastic' as if it was something someone had premade in a factory and glued it on his face, synthetic and fake in its entirety. Knowing what was coming, feeling it in his bones, he quickly shut his eyes as he maintained his pseudo-smile just as they started to shift from their golden-brown color to icy-blue. Letting out a dry chuckle as he did. A low rumbling in his chest that he couldn't altogether stop, he fought to keep it as quiet as he could as his black stripes made their appearance slowly fading into view. Streaking across his ears, down through his head of silver hair, and marking his arms, face, and ringing his tail. The tail still swaying from side to side restlessly, but at a specific tempo that to any other Faunus sent signals out that he was incredibly irritated and ready to pounce. 

He hoped and pleaded to whatever deities above that the faunus girl laying in bed wouldn't be able to pick up on his obvious body language.
[i]"Calm down, Shiro."[/i]
His nostrils flared as he stood there, inhaling and exhaling sharply.
[i]"That was a little rude..."[/i]
He attempted to control his breathing, trying his hardest to calm down.
[i]"Okay, a [b]lot[/b] rude...."[/i]
Slow in, slow out. Breathe.
[i]"But, there might be a reason for that. That may just be how she normally speaks. I mean, we never actually talked before. Maybe she's...a little 'special'?"[/i]
His stripes weren't going away, neither was his low growling.
[i]"Gods above though, she's too much like Sapphire. Only [b]nastier[/b]..."[/i]
The corners of his lips twitched, still fighting to keep up the appearance of his 'happy' mood.
[i]"Just, act like you didn't hear her and carry on. We...need a distraction...Yeah! Just ask what they want on their pizza and walk away to order it. Maybe text the guys if they know any good places."[/i]
His ears twitched, swiveling around furiously picking up every little noise.
[i]"Okay! Yeah, we'll do that!"[/i]

Opening his eyes, he slipped his hand into his pocket to pull out his Scroll. Glowing blue eyes looking down at the screen, he basically shoved his nose into it as he focused intently. [b]"So! Ah...what do you ladies want on your pizza?"[/b] He turned his back to the girls, any little thing he could do to relax. For added effect, he coughed softly a few times, patting his stomach. [b]"Ooh, man. Where did that come from?"[/b] His toss-away excuse to explain why he had been growling. Something 'caught' in his throat.

To anyone else who didn't know him closely or dueled against him, Shiro's stripes appearing would seem rather odd and peculiar. Though, only those who knew him closely would know what it meant. Otherwise, it was just an oddity to anyone else. His stripes and shift in eye color meaning that he was either in 'combat mode' or extremely upset/agitated/irritated. There was nothing he could do to stop it, having tried in the past. The only 'cure' to have them vanish was to relax and calm down. Thinking happy thoughts sometimes helped, but not always. Frowning, he couldn't think of a happy thought to use.

[i]"I'd kinda like to bash-..."[/i]
He stopped and corrected himself mentally.
[i]"...-a training dummy's face in. Yeah, I [b]do[/b] need to work on my transitional attacks and work them into combos..."[/i]
Distracting himself by planning to go to the Practice Area later to vent.
The nerve of some people.
He made it a point to never harbor ill intentions against someone, especially someone he hardly knew.
It started with corrective thinking.
As he stood there with his back turned to the girls, tail still undulating and swaying about, he did a quick internet search for good local pizzerias.