Snippet #1946748

Sora was surprised by both Ana's ability to translate his tired mumbles, and Naoya's declineation of Ana's offered way out. Seeing no point waiting around and risking falling asleep in the seat he sat on. Moving out the way that Ana had let him, in case he stumbled. He slowly creaked himself to a fairly unstable standing position, with one hand on the desk for support. He gave a slight, pained wince as he realised how hard he had gone down on his arm. He avoided rubbing it or anything to that effect, in case Ana started fluttering with worry again.

Now that he was standing, he realised that he didn't have his bag, "Do... Do you know where my bag is?" He looked around the room. He still didn't quite have full control of all of his motor functions. He was glad that he was using the desk for support. Although he was still exhausted beyond belief, he could feel his brain restarting. Where he was getting the energy to do the restart was a mystery, but he wasn't one to put too much thought into where his extra energy came from...