Shiro curled his lip for a moment before taking more of a sip of his Long Island Iced Tea. He huffed, "Haaaai..." he sang out before sucking in a long drag and leaned back to puff out smoke circles. It hadn't even occurred to him he had spoken out in Japanese. He blinked a little as he attempted to translate in his head what Aurora was saying. Two and a half Long Island Iced Teas, he was going down the path to fully buzzed, "Maybe some... mutants are erratic but I have yet to see many. Humans... screw me over. When I was human, I hated mutants so I know this..."
As Pietro spoke, Shiro looked at him dully. Why was he agreeing a little with the so called enemy? "Scapegoats? What is this word?" He sighed for a moment, "Humans... bah. The only decent one is Tousan. But my uncle? He held protests and things against mutants. Cheee...." The last sound was more of a clicking sound. "With... the gangs... they treated mutant like cattle." He turned his interest to his drink.