He had struggled. Actually tried to resist and run back, even. It didn't work. One way or another, they had caught him again and dragged him down the hall, kicking and screaming, completely incapable of noticing anything else around him. "Lo restituisci! Maladetti stronzi! Lo restituisci!" Eventually reaching the cafeteria, the two guards threw the blindfolded and heavily cuffed boy inside and to the floor. Spitting out several other colorful-sounding foreign words, the blue-haired male pushed himself to his knees using his elbows. His ears perked slightly at the sound of something...no, several other people present. He hadn't been thrown back to his room this time. He hadn't been strapped to another table, either, and it smelled like...food? Actual food? 

Clenching his jaw slightly, he remained kneeling in his spot, head raised to catch anything going on nearby. The tension in the air made it seem like people were expecting something, though he couldn't possibly see what it could be.