[ Touma is attempting all the various games that can be played without having to make use of his broken right hand, the cast looking like it was freshly replaced and sitting in a sling, strapping it in an elevated position across his chest.

Perhaps the only thing more pathetic than watching a boy with bad luck trying to play games at the Arcade is watching said boy trying to play games one-handed. This does not stop him from trying! Because he has to do something with his time or he just might die of boredom.

Whether its the claw game, the shooting games, the driving simulators (automatic shifting only), or what-have-you, this is what he's going to be doing most of the day. Especially while it rains, because he didn't catch the morning announcement, or he would have brought his coat along to keep himself dry. That's just his luck... ]

[Oh great, he'd completely forgotten to pick up a raincoat for the rain today and now he was suffering the consequences for it. Darn it all. He groaned as he dragged himself to the Garden Sapling, and sitting under the large cherry blossom tree. Frowning, he leaned his back against it and rubbed the bridge of his nose, which had now turned a bright red color, matching his hair. Being sick was annoying, and he didn't like it at all. With all the things that had been going on, Yuta had been uneasy about the prison, which distracted him from using his common sense, and now he was sniffling and sneezing all over the place.

He couldn't very well go back to the apartment though, not in this kind of condition. Yuta was too stubborn to admit he was feeling miserable and would do anything to get rid of this stupid cold, so he'd just stay there hoping that he'd get better over time. Hopefully no one he knew would find him, he really didn't want to be seen in such a bad state.]

[While the previous day's "odd occurrence" (to quote a Very Tall Mister) hadn't directly affected him, it had troubled him still. It may be apparent to his housemates through his overall demeanor that something isn't sitting right -- it's just that he didn't want to trouble them.

Most of the day, Ryo was out doing his usual activities, except that he's keeping his distance from his friends and other people, trying to sort his thoughts out for himself. At sundown, self-sorting has proved to be futile, and so he decides to call someone who has given him good advice before...]

Um-- hello. Good evening, Teacher. Do you have a minute?


[ Later, he will find himself home and crashing on the couch, trying to call forth a nap... ]