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<br/>​</div>Shiro continued his studies with his usual single minded determination, soaking in tomes he'd already finished previously and was now looking for correlations between them. Every now and then he'd glance up from his books to the others in the room, if not mindful of his surroundings then at least slightly curious as to what they might be doing, then he'd return to his own little world of calculations and glyph theory.<br/><br/><i>'..so a tetradecagon interwoven with the bindings from a heptagon will allow for a stable cell.'</i>He noted silently to himself, glancing up at the noise as Robin's bunk apparently collapsed. He went back to his studies before he could witness his team member make the most of the situation. If he was watching he would have found Robin's solution quite clever! Instead, he was back to comparing the proposed glyph to several dead languages.<br/><br/><i>'Praecepta de Ouroboros: Omnes lectitantur. Quod severis metes.'</i>Shiro frowned at this. There<i>had </i>to be an exception. He glanced up a moment noticing,<i>'Hm, K is unpacking his things.' </i>Then back to the books again.<br/><br/><i>'Time translational symmetry denotes there being no exceptions, now or ever, to conservation of energy.' </i>Shiro rolled his eyes at that one, looking up for a split second,<i> 'Hm, K is picking out clothes.'<br/>
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'Curved spacetime would render translation symmetry undefined, as it can not exist within that system as we know it.' </i>He smiled at this, making a few notes off to the side and then glanced up again,<i>'Hm, K is a girl.'<br/>
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'The presence of mass distorts spacetime, creatin- wait-<b>WHAT?!!</b>' </i>Shiro tumbled out of his bed in a pile of notes and textbooks, glasses hanging haphazard across his face as he looked up at K finishing getting dressed. In the blink of an eye he shot to his feet, straightening his glasses and looking like he was trying, and failing, to compose himself. He looked to K again, then to Robin who had already returned, then back to K, his face turning the most peculiar shade of red. There was a few heart beats of silence before he finally stammered, "I-I.. I'm going to get something to eat. I'll be right back." He then, through means not fully apparent, exited the room in the same way a rook might move around a chess board.<br/><br/>He had some heavy shit to deal with. Reality had changed. It would be best to ease this transition by means of gummy bears.