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Shiro gave Sunny her own personal space as she reeled away from him, blushing. Luckily (or maybe unluckily, depending on point of view) for Shiro, he didn't notice the blush, and just gave her a polite nod before returning his attention to the assembled group. Two new guys, Jack and Iosef, had joined them. Shiro gave them both a wave. [color=00a99d]"Hi. Shiro,"[/color] was his simple introduction, basic but effective. Shiro eventually stood from his chair. [color=00a99d]"I think I'm going to go to my room now. If you need me, I'll be there."[/color] With that, he walked out of the kitchen. 

He wandered towards the glass stairs, mind wandering. The day had taken quite a toll on Shiro's mind. He entered his room, opening a large, black bag that was laying on the floor. He unbuttoned and removed his suit jacket, plcaing it in the bag, before removing the other contents of the bag. He removed a samurai sword holder,  before unbuckling his blade from his belt and placing it on the stand. He then placed his gun right next to it, the pen on the opposite side, and the tracker in front. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. 

Shiro sat down on the bed with a loud 'flop', looking out the window. The next day was soon to start. Not before long, he fell asleep in the bed. 

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