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Ryouta sighed as he found a place to sit, running his thumb over the edge of a cup of hot chocolate he had bought. He was feeling rather blue, having no idea how his mother was reacting to him being missing, and how well she was doing without him to support her.

He took a sip of the drink, then let another sigh escape his lips. Then he stood. Perhaps he stood a little too quickly, though, as he bumped right into someone. His hot chocolate spilled right over, getting both himself and the stranger wet with the hot drink.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” He had to admit that his speech was a little squeakier, sounding more like panicked cooing, than human speech. But he was panicking, after all.