[One step. Another step. One step. Another step.

He's not even going to bother searching for a room, there is no point in finding one when he is not going to be able to sleep. He had let anger get the worst out of him and he was now paying the consequences of his actions. If he hadn't been so impulsive, his communicator wouldn't have broken, and he'd be able to call Sora.

If he hadn't been so emotional, he wouldn't have said those things. But he couldn't help himself. The moment he saw Yuuri all that welled up anger just exploded inside him. He doesn't regret it, he had wanted to find an excuse to stop seeing that black haired boy; the faster Wolfram would forget Yuuri as a romantic interest, the better for both of them. However, he does regrets having involved Conrad and worst of all, having offended their King with words that Wolfram was well aware would affect Conrad.

Yet he didn't hesitate to say them out loud.

His feet are dragging against the soft grass. No, he is not tired. The blond is sore, empty, lost. If only... he had place to go to. He has no right to feel sadness or anger, after all it was his fault he had single-handedly pushed away every single person he treasured.

He is the only one to be blamed.

Walking amidst the blinding darkness is both annoying and dangerous. Sitting down, he hugs his legs and lets his face rest atop of them.]

Location: Somewhere around sector 4

{ooc: If someone is awake and nearby, please feel free to poke the emo kid.}

EDIT: {ooc 2: Even though he broke his communicator, the communicator didn't recieved that much damage. So, let's assume that Wolf's communicator is still able to translate for him. All the other functions- Ability to follow network announcements, map, etc etc- are gone until he's able to get a new communicator from Senti.}

[After the disaster of his date with Cornelia, Oliver had spent the whole night on the beach, alone, until he had dragged himself back to the shelter when the artificial morning light had started to light up.  He had slept most of the day and after a quick dinner, he had walked back to the club, the only place he was certain he couldn't run into the purple haired princess.

And so he sits at a table, nursing a beer and his bruised ego.  The dart board is not too far from him and he keeps spinning one of the darts on the table.  He looks bored to death...]






[OOC notes: Please!!!  Feel free to come and poke him out of his grumpiness!!!  Ladies!  Come and be flirted with!  Gentlemen!  Come and bound with this poor sucker through the rite of getting drunk!  They can share battle stories and complain about women! XD]

....

[quietly]

What do you fight for?

[ambiguous Anya is ambiguous? she's just curious, really]

[His breath--shallow, his footsteps--measured, his mask--slipped into place. Hei cracked open a door, peering into the silent confines of the convenience store. He had already taken advantage of the erratic behavior of the drones to search the storage rooms for what he needed, but he was still missing a handful of items to fully rearm himself. Even so, the cold press of a blade against his arm was a welcome weight, even if it was a poor substitute for his custom made throwing knives.

It was quiet, but Hei took no satisfaction from a well planned foray. There were still many things that could go wrong. Stretching his senses, he slipped into the room and made his way to the corner where WALL-E had made his nest of pilfered items. It was unfortunate for the robot, but WALL-E was too good at foraging. Hei had no intention of leaving witnesses behind.]