[center][h1][color=92278f]Aurel Fuchs[/color][/h1][/center][hr][color=gray][b]Location::[/b]Showers & Bathroom Area => Amphitheater
[b]Interacting With::[/b] Monokuma ([@TheSeriousJoke])[/color][hr]
A chill ran down his spine as he trudged to the amphitheater, hair still drenched from the lukewarm shower. While he still appeared with a cool, aloof mood, there was a seemingly dour glint hanging in his eyes. He could almost bet that if he stood out here any longer, he would catch a cold.

... and why might you ask had soured his mood?

He was semi-wet of course... also because someone stole his clothes... really, the only thing on him were his shoes and a towel, draped around his waist. It was impossible to comprehend why someone would just up and take his clothes. Even more troublesome was that he left his keys and tablet in the pockets... the thought of just not showing up crossed his mind but... ugh...

Aurel swore remembering something about imagining a crowd naked, but with that being the reverse, he found this situation to be ridiculous as he he willingly hid himself from any sorts of prying eyes. After a few minutes of miserably dragging his feet through the dirt, he arrived at the theater, noting that, outside of one or two people amongst the rabble, almost everyone was here.

He peered to the ground as he skittered to a seat, shivering as he forced his mouth shut to mute the incessant chattering of his teeth as he listened to the bear pop out, do his jig, and told them something he considered to be a huge waste of time...

... and looks like he wasn't the only one to find the bears showboating to be one vain attempt on its part.

[color=92278f]"... sh-she does have a point... plus it... feels like you're d-desperate I might add,"[/color] just as his voice rose up, he did too... and it didn't help that he was on the brink of sneezing as he trembled while stuttering just a tad.

And in one step he vanished, saying no words as he exasperatedly trudged down the step, pondering on myriads of topics ranging from hindsight with this motive to attempting to figure out loopholes with each of these rules.

However, one thing was set in his mind as the wind swept past his back, causing a chill to surge down the thief's spine. [color=92278f]"... I need to find my clothes,"[/color] he murmured to no one in particular as he reached the bottom of the stairs, departing in the direction he came from.