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<br/>​</div>Shiro rounded a corner, still in his socks, on his way to the cafeteria. He hadn't planned on staying for more than a light snack before heading back to the dorm room to continue his studies. The initial shock over discovering K was female had mostly worn off, and part of him wondered if they might think less of him for his surprised reaction. Those kinds of thoughts were temporary at best. Shiro would, no doubt, appreciate being on a team where the others respected him, but it made about as much difference to his goals as the chosen paint on the walls of their room. Odds of survival increased when working with a group, for certain, but when it came down to it, his role was that of janitor. Clean up the mess of broken and wounded after a fight. That was fine. He had more important things to focus on. He didn't have<i>time </i>for such nonsense.<br/><br/>As if to punctuate his final thought, he pulled his pocket watch and clicked it open, apparently checking the time. He snapped it closed and slipped it back into his pocket as he pushed through the double doors and into the cafeteria. A quick glance across the crowd yielded Karma and Nekro as they made their way to the line for dinner.<i>'Damnit... a line. This will take forever.'</i>He thought to himself. He made his way over to Karma and Nekro and offered a slight wave of greeting, "Evening, Glad to see you both didn't get lost." He offered in a somewhat swift tone. As he eyed the line, he composed a plan and then walked along beside those waiting and holding their trays of various foods from the buffet. He glanced at each tray, making his way down the line until he settled on one which was being held by another first year student. On the tray was a sandwich, fries, and tea. The first year was only fifth in line from the register and so Shiro dutifully waited until the student had completed his transaction and turned to find a table before suddenly finding Shiro standing directly in his way.<br/><br/>"Do you know what this is??" Shiro pointed at the tray of food accusingly and then glared at the fellow student, "It's an insurance liability waiting to happen! It's heart disease, diabetes, and kidney failure all wrapped into one, and from the looks of it, you're already half way there<i>without </i>the meal!" The student blinked and tried to stammer a question or, for reasons he couldn't grasp, an excuse for his buffet selection before Shiro cut him off, pointing at the sandwich, "Deli meats roughly 3 days old and stored outside of a refrigerated area for upwards of 3-4 hours at a time? You're practically<i>begging </i>for the Listeria Monocytogenes to craw right inside your gut and start eating you alive!" He pointed to the fries, "These? You'll be lucky if you get away with 622 calories. Are you planning on running laps around the entire academy? Because that's what you'll need to do before the valves in your heart calcify and your aortic starts trying to crack like a walnut!" Then the Tea, "I'm guessing you picked sweetened? Do you even<i>want </i>to know how much sugar is in this? It's imbibed as a fluid too, so I guess you were just too<i>lazy </i>to try and eat your sugar raw so you figured it'd be better to just torch your kidneys<i>directly</i>. Should I stab you with the insulin needle now, or do you want to wait until<i>after </i>you go into shock from glucose deficiency?" The student was wide eyed now, horrified at the prospects he was being presented with. Shiro cut him off yet again, " You know what? I'm going to do you favor. I'll take this and dispose of it.<i>YOU </i>go back there and get leafy greens, some fish, and a carrot juice. Don't thank me, just DO it!" He took the tray and watched as the fellow first year hurried off, scared and slightly confused, to the back of the line. Shiro waited until the student was far enough away and then looked over the tray's contents. He then walked over to a trash can and tossed in the sweet tea. That stuff really<i>would </i>kill you. He made his way over to a vending machine and, after a moment of some fairly impressive balance and maneuvering, managed to get a package of gummy bears and tossed it onto the tray. A sigh escaped his lips,<i>'People really should pay more attention in health class.' </i>he mused to himself.<br/><br/>Still, he'd need to finish the meal quickly before the tray's original owner noticed him eating their food. All of this would be so much easier if they just allowed students to bring their meals back to their dorms! He had<b>so much more research to do! </b>He frowned and found a table roughly out of direct line of sight, but something Karma, Nekro, and the others would see and be able join him. There was enough room at the table, for sure, but he hadn't planned it that way. He immediately set to work eating the sandwich and mulling over his studies in his mind.