People were truly fascinating, humans in particular.  He could study their various expressions and reactions to situations for ages and never grow tired.  The way he saw it, they were all there for his entertainment, playthings if he chose to make them so and they allowed themselves to be.  It was easier than one might think; often all it required was a gentle nudge in the right direction.

Uta had decided to venture into the mall portion of the hotel even though there wasn't anything he particularly needed at that moment.  He wondered into stores at random and though his unusually hued eyes skimmed over the products offered, what he was really looking for was someone interesting to observe, maybe even chat with if the mood struck.

In the last place he entered, he perked up on hearing a loud voice coming from the direction of the cash register.  Someone didn't sound too happy and the cashier completely helpless.  There were two options for Uta at that moment: intervene and spare the poor person or continue to sit back and watch.  In the end the former won out.  He was simply too inconsiderate to keep his nose out of others' business.

          The new area of the park interested Yukine for a single reason: the library. 

          Oh, he knew of the coliseum. Anyone entering the area knew of it. It was           painted all through their history books as being one of the greatest wonders           of the world. But his interest waned almost moments after setting his eyes           on the artificial building. It wasn't the real coliseum and it only offered the           most prideful a chance at empty glory.

          Only one thing mattered. He wanted to go home. Until the reward for winning           a competition was a little more worthwhile, Yukine intended on spending his           time tucked away in the quiet solitude of books. A delicate flame of hope           flickered in his adolescent chest as he ascended the smooth, stone staircase.           Maybe there would be something hidden in the tomes of information and           fiction that would help him get what he desired. 

          The realist in him tried to squish the flame out of existence -- it was stupid           to get his hopes up on a thought as empty as that -- and effectively failed           as he entered the building. It was cooler inside and he found himself glad           he decided to wear a soft, hooded sweater and jeans that morning. He           ignored the small cafe as wonder softened the usual, tense frown that           creased the contours of his lips and wrinkled the flesh between his eyebrows. 

                                     Wow. Where did he even want to start?

          Yukine bumped into someone more solid than himself and was forced to take           a less than graceful step back to steady himself. Orange eyes traveled           upwards to peer at the young man. Faint apology replaced the earlier wonder.