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<br/>​</div>Shiro watched Professor Umbervyn walk off, his eyes narrowing slightly. Either the old lion was wise enough to know Shiro's time piece was not a typical object, or he had been informed. Something to think about for later. On the whole, the demonstration had gone off as well as could be expected. A couple of screw ups, a student crying, and a show boat or two. While he definitely gave the impression that he wasn't interested, it didn't mean he placed no value is the class itself. Just because<i>he </i>didn't find it useful personally, didn't mean it was useless for<i>everyone</i>. He recalled a quote he had once read written by a nomad healer, '<i>One arrow keenly fired might prevent more battlefield wounds than I could treat.</i>' Shiro took this to heart, and genuinely felt glad at least one of his team mates had excellent marksmanship.<br/><br/>...not that he'd ever voice these thoughts out loud of course...<br/><br/>His attention turned to K and Karma, their leader trying to give the redhead some much needed self confidence. Shiro seemed to nod at the gesture, though he felt it wouldn't be needed if Karma ever found herself backed up against a wall. He paused a moment after K was done, then looked to Red, "Both K and I know you're more than capable. We've seen it first hand. It's a little too soon to be embarrassed when you saved our skin less than 24 hours ago, and if you're concerned about what others think, I'd say our opinions are the one's that matter, as we're the ones who will be depending on your skills." Short, and matter of fact. He supposed he wasn't the best person to be giving a pep talk, but it felt like K shouldn't be the only one pitching in an effort in that department.<br/><br/>As team WRTH started to file out, Shiro eyed each of them carefully. Homra was still a no show, but no sabotage had taken place, of which Shiro had expected as some kind of bully's retribution. Maybe he was wrong about them... He glanced back at their group as they left... perhaps not. He almost laughed when he heard K utter, "What a buncha morose motherfuckers." A statement which almost begged for some comment involving breakfast cereals. He allowed himself a momentary smile and then cleared his throat and returned to his pre-scheduled apathy.<br/><br/>He glanced around, noting the presence of K, Karma, and Robin, but no Nekro.<i>Damn!</i>The wolf had enough wits about him to duck out the second class was over. Why hadn't<i>he </i>thought of that?! Shiro now stood, annoyed, trapped by social obligation and listening to K as she pondered what their next class would be. He pulled<i>Second Chance</i>from his pocket and clicked it open to check the time. "We should be on our way... unless you'd prefer to be late?" He sounded almost hopeful?