Satoshi Norio was a man of words, not action. When he did act, it was either out of blind passionate rage, or carefully calculated for the best effect. The panicked levels of chatter that had overtaken his ears in the past few minutes since the bear's disappearance had allowed him time to calculate, though not enough focus to calculate carefully.
Still, he found he had no other option but to act.
After giving his heart stirring speech towards the others, he wandered off towards the clothing store in which he had awoken. He felt as though, logically, since he had started there originally, it would be a good place to commence his search.
After separating himself from the crowd, he breathed out heavily, and ran his hands through his hair. Even in times of great distress, he was certain to muss it just enough to be attractive. Any less, he would be a square. Any more, he would be untidy. It was the perfect balance, long since perfected in mirrors.Â
It was as he was contemplating his hair, pacing towards the clothing store, that he realised he could hear steps following him. A moment of panic crossed his mind--what if the murder game had already started? Was he to be the victim with which the torture would commence?
He spun, abruptly, to face the blonde bombshell that was following him. Instead of allowing the fear to show on his face, he offered up an easy grin and a wave.
"You wanted to hang along after all?" he asked, grinning wolfishly at her. "I thought you hated my guts after I called you a little thing like 'sugar.'"
If he was going to die, at least he'd go out charmingly.