Tanaka sighed heavily as the group began to disperse and go their own separate ways. Finally! And here he was about to go insane here! He did blink in surprise at he swore was Sakaki's hair color. Or something. Who knew. The third year covered it up in a near blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment. 

[i]"Huh. Maybe she's some weird alien who can go super fast. Well, whatever. Just be grateful that there's no damn club to participate in. Happy lives for happy people! Go on to your carefree and everlasting soul!"[/i]

Apparently satisfied at this new result, Tanaka got up and proceeded to head back to his sanctuary of a homeroom.

...

...

...why wasn't he moving? Why indeed? Because he was thinking, that's why.

"You know, Kiotori-san was bold enough to consider the club. And we didn't actually decide on what we'd do in the club. We never said we'd participate in group activities or anything. But, no! I have to stick to the code of the introverted! I can't go around breaking such unspoken rules and laws on a whim like that! What will they think! But what if Takano-san's right? Maybe it won't hurt having spent more time for people? Maybe it'll actually be, dare I say it, fun and educational? Educational? How so?" 

"Well, I could always use them as research material. Research material? Yes, beautiful, wonderful research material! Glorious! I can see if their bones melt in soda pop, or test out if bugs can survive on their mucus or brain matter. Perfect! But. . .they probably wouldn't like that. Fine then. I'll ask first. Yes, asking is key! It's genius! But. . .in order to ask, I actually have to [i]join[/i] this hell club first. Hmm. . . is human experimentation worth it? Experiments or my health? Experiments or my dignity? Experiments or my life? Hmm. . ."

Throughout this whole ordeal, Tanaka barely took two steps, meaning he was standing right in front of the first year class doorway. Muttering and whispering to himself, he unintentionally blocked the way in and out. Several first years by now had approached him to kindly ask him to move, but all of them had paled and stepped back when catching a glimpse of the conversation with himself.

And to be fair, talking to yourself in the middle of a public doorway tended to give you strange looks from people.