[Around lunch-time, one could find Akito sitting on a rooftop in sector three. He swings his legs as he thinks, mind going over everything that's happened lately. Setsuna's left too...he's going to miss him greatly. Slowly more people were leaving and others were arriving. Sometimes he felt like one of the only constants in this place, though that wasn't true. There were others who had been here as long as he had.

His communicator is turned on, listening to the network. After awhile, he turns the voice setting on and begins to sing.

It's a song without words, but even then it manages to make the emotions behind the tune clear. It starts off soft, almost sad. But gradually, a tone of hope creeps into it, flowing steadily from that into a pure happiness, a joy of simply being alive. For those who've heard such a thing before, they'll recognise Akito's tuner song easily as he sings his own song, pitch-perfect and flowing with ease of long practise.

After awhile it quietens again into a soft, calm happiness, before slowing to a stop. Akito sighs softly, but doesn't say anything after that. All he wanted to do was sing, and share it with the network. But he'll reply if talked to, and is easily gotten to if anyone wishes to find him]

[Movement knocks the screen, the entire video shaking as it abruptly begins to record, everything a quick blur, the head piece hanging at awkward angle, as though half removed. Footsteps pound upon the ground, the hurried breathing of one out of breath coming in heavy pants

At last, he's cornered. Petite though she is, her aura is intimidating, drawn up so that despite her size, she seems to loom, a corner of her mouth curling into a wicked grin. Fangs visible her tongue flicks out to moisten soft lips. Predator and prey is clear, positions set as the boy stares at the long haired brunette from within his corner. The hungry gaze of the girl unwavering, it remains fixed on him, her foot drawing a step closer toward his person.]

You thought you could run, but you should have known better, Yuuri-kun. [Head tilting, each step forward echoes upon the tiled floor, one foot after the other, pace unhurried.] There's no escape for you now.

[He laughs nervously as he tries pushing back against the unyielding wall.]

Y-Yuuki, aren't you being too serious about this? You can't really be this hungry. ....Right?

[She doesn't seem to pause, however, undeterred.] The chase really worked up my appetite. [One hand gliding to his chest, she gently presses her slender fingers against him, the movement light while her other hand lifts to slowly wind around his neck.]

Once I sink my teeth in, I'm not letting go. So prepare yourself...

[OOC: Yuuki is the purple, while Yuuri is the blue.]

[The game of 'I never' was a rousing success, or perhaps just a disaster. In any case, Buffy is thoroughly and absolutely smashed, so what's a smashed girl to do? Visit her boyfriend of course. Considering all of the 'boy' talk Elena and Buffy had done while drinking, it's not surprising that Buffy decided this was the best moment ever to visit Angel. She finds his place fairly easy, after all she's been there often enough, but she's a bit confused when she starts wiggling the door knob and the door doesn't just open. There's a pout firmly affixed to her face while she twists the door handle. Maybe if she just twists a bit harder...Oops. That would be the door handle in her hand but at least the door is open?]

Angel, your door has shoddy construction. And no handle.

[After yesterday Kitty does two things. First, she encrypts the hell out of this communication. Second, she calls Reid. She doesn't want too much time to settle on what happened between them yesterday with the kissing and the spending the night together.

A little breathing room is good. They talked about going slow and all that. It was smart. It was what they needed to do. It was really all either of them could handle. But she also knows them well enough to know that too much space and there is going to be too much thinking. If anyone can think too much about something it's Reid.]

I don't know your middle name.

[Maybe she likes catching him off guard just a little.]

[ Prepare to be greeted by the carapaced face of a man who looks as if he has not slept in days. In fact, not sleeping is exactly what AR has been doing. From his glazed over expression to his hunched posture, he looks like more of a wreck than he cares to admit. ]

How does one get to sleep when they find themselves unable to?