{ oops, my bad }
{ rgella }
He’d been roaming the halls and the various rooms for hours--well, it’s only been an hour and a half--and though he’s thankful he hasn’t been disturbed, the fact that he was stuck in such a confined area with thousands (barely a hundred) made him antsier than normal. Yuriy wanted to leave, and he wanted to leave soon.
“If I leave now, I don’t think Choa’ll notice.” He muttered, eying the surrounding area for his commanding officer. Though he wasn’t directly under her, she was of high enough rank to reprimand him from leaving the festival without his troop and without permission.
Yuriy hadn’t even touched any of the drinks, thinking it to be contaminated, dirt and germs in his mind was far worse than poison, and the thought of food being served around the room only made him queasy.
“This little festival’s so boring I just want to go home.” He thought--or rather, said. Being left alone almost always meant he talked to himself most times during the day, and to think that this had become a habit didn’t come as much of a surprise. Muttering an “oops”, he quickly looked around if anyone had heard, though with the tilt of his head and a raise of his brow, he came to the conclusion that he didn’t really care.