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<br/>​</div>Shiro was a few seconds behind K getting to the room, so he had missed the Nekro collision, and only stepped inside the room just in time to hear, "Someone else can get the special one in the corner." Shiro looked at the lone bed, then over at the bunks, then back to the single bed. He adjusted his glasses, walked over to where someone had apparently stowed his bags, picked them up and tossed them over onto the single bed, as if silently staking claim to his own little island. Satisfied with his choice, he immediately set about unpacking and organizing his dresser drawers. As far as clothing, it was fairly simple. He didn't really have a wide variation in outfits, as he saw no point in straying from what worked for him so far. His books, however, were a different story.<br/><br/>When Shiro was done, there was barely any space left atop the dresser or neighboring desk, so much so that one had to wonder how he actually managed to pack<i>that </i>many books into so few bags. There didn't seem to be a system of organization, but to Shiro the layout must have made sense because he had no trouble at all finding whatever book he was after at a moment's notice. The books themselves were also strange. For every medical journal, there were three tomes on complex glyph mechanics, temporal theory, and conservation of energy. Peppered throughout these were tomes of old religious texts, dead languages, and the macabre. When he was finished unloading the last of these, he quickly grabbed three, each from a different pile, slipped off his shoes and set cross-legged on his bed with all three books laying open in front of him. It was difficult to tell which he was reading at any given time but for the turning of pages and the occasional adjustment to his glasses.<br/><br/>Every now and then he would peer up from his reading to take a quick assessment of his team. He'd observe quietly for a moment or two before looking back to what he was reading and jotting down a note off to the side of the page he was on. About an hour later, his stomach would make a strange gurgling sound and he would discover with minor amazement that he had actually been hungry to at least 4/5ths of that time. This was an annoyance, but not one he didn't know how to circumvent appropriately. It just required a trip to the cafeteria kitchen, which may or may not have been open at that particular moment.<br/><br/>Just what snack would best aid in weird science the most?