James waited until the door had closed, and then his wolf ears popped up and out of the cover of his hair, a lot more comfy than having them hidden beneath the hair. He sighed, and closed his eyes.

Ramo was feeling something serious now. The sad feeling in the back of his head was getting worse. "Jesus, what have I done?" He whispered to himself. He walked back to the bathroom, and closed the door, sitting on the toilet with his hands on his head. "I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have done it." He whimpered to himself.