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[hr][color=fb9096]”I have a few questions, actually…”[/color][hr][/center]
Sora stood almost instantaneously when a boy charged from his own group and directly targeted Yoshino. He had noted the bleary actions of the boy coupled with his direct targeting of Yoshino specifically, but he didn’t take any action as he saw Retsu likewise moving to defend the student president. Watching her take out gloves and slash the kid, Sora’s brow furrowed slightly. Perhaps he shouldn’t have called the police, since both sides were armed and vicious. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed as if he were dealing with an unruly child, glancing about before eating the remainder of his pizza somewhat leisurely.

Grabbing another spare piece off the pizza platter with a couple napkins, Sora watched Retsu pursue Yoshino into the bathroom before he circled the table and sat on his heels before the boy who was sprawled out with cuts across his face. He nonchalantly rolled the comparatively smaller body of the knocked out assailant onto its back, examining the wound on his head. Sora poked the unconscious face a few times with a low, [color=fb9096]”Hey.”[/color] No response, he was out cold. With a few practiced movements, he dabbed the blood and spice out of the kid’s eyes and cuts with one of the napkins. Sora glanced towards the bathroom to which Yoshino and Retsu had entered and shrugged helplessly. He could tell he was encroaching on Retsu’s patience since the start and Yoshino obviously wasn’t going to be in the mood for his frivolous chatting. Thus Sora’s attention returned to the boy with a somewhat conflicted countenance. He sighed and lifted one of the boy’s arms around his neck, over his shoulders. With his own body’s condition, the limp body was relatively light and amidst the confusion, Sora calmly walked out of the parlor with the boy slumped at his side, feet dragging. Without looking back, Sora figured he would just have to make his condolences when he met everyone again. He didn’t really get any numbers or anything but he was an optimist who believed in a next time.

Due to a lack of irregular movements while dragging extra weight, Sora did not garner an excessive amount of attention although he did get a good amount of odd glances, people automatically rationalized it as him helping a friend out as the slashed side of the boy’s face was against Sora’s neck. By the time he made it back to his apartment, he was finally beginning to get tired of carrying the sack of drugged meat around and threw the boy onto the bed in the middle of the room. Grabbing the only chair in his apartment from the corner of the main room, Sora flipped it about and sat with his legs spread around the back support of the old wooden chair. With a slight lean forward, the chair groaned under his weight but Sora simply set his arms along the chair’s back and rested his chin on his arms, watching the unconscious boy, waiting for him to wake up. His eyes were half lidded, but if Sora had one thing in abundance, it was patience.