Shiro thought that was very thoughtful of her, too -- leaving him with some Pringles just when he was starving from work. He gave a little chuckle as he lifted the note and read it and with a shake of his head, decided to pay the sad teenage-in-disguise a visit.
It wasn't often she came to the mansion, after all.
Work clothes were stripped and he soon donned himself with a simple printed tee and a pair of old jeans whose faded legs could tell anyone how many times it's bathed in the washing machine. But while he changed his socks before he wore his slippers, his pair of shades remained on his eyes as he opened his desk drawer and scoured through the ugly pile of miscellaneous things he didn't really need like inkless ballpens, keychains from all over the world and a lot of index cards. Eventually, a cover-less notebook was pulled out, straightened a bit and he snatched himself a black marker pen from his stuffed holder.
Pringles at hand, he started out of his room and down the stairs to meet with his opponent, his first doodle already being drawn on the old book so that by the time he would have reached the common room, he would be dropping the notebook beside Jubilee and going around it to plop down to a sit.
Pringles popped open and Shiro crunched.
He also made sure he offered his snacks to Jubilee.