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It was a meer back-of-the-throat wince of annoyance as the back of his cardigan was tugged, bringing him back over to Miki, but the sound quickly turned to a small grumble as the headlock was initiated and a firm hand knocked his fedora into his hands and continued to ruffling his already unmanaged hair. The action pulled a few strands from the messy pony tail, and bunched up the rest, allowing the hair to kink and friz even more. Thanks, Miki. Thanks a f*cking lot.

He narrowed his eyes at her as she released him from the grip. She still seemed aggrivated at him, but to take it out on his already horrid hair? She was just asking for him to return the agrivated behaivior. Oh well. Riku lifted up the hat and held it by the rim with his teeth as he fumbled to hold his large coffee in one and tear out the ponytail holder with the other. He raked his hands through the mess of hair a few times before being satafied with the new restriction of hair. He quickly fasted it with the alastic and placed the ferdora back on his head, letting his thick bang fall back into his face, too short to stay back with the restriction. The less of his face showing, the better, in his oppinion.

Riku sighed, sipping his coffee again. The group was close enough to the hospital. It would be fine.

"Y'know, I think i'm just gonna-" He started quietly, turning his torso slightly as if just begining the action of turning.

He gave a quick glance at ammo-boy and euro-girl. Ammo-boy gave a question at the girl as if he were departing, and perhaps that was initiative to take over over-seeing the event? No, he doubted it. It was more like departure from giving services that were no longer required. Sticking around would be stupid, and the more he hung out with other people, the more he worried he was going to start being insulting or rude out of habit. Distance would be a good thing to keep. Even from Miki. And if she was going to continue being sour, well, keeping his composure would be much more difficult. He could cut the his curiosity about the situation here, and depart for more important purposes. Straightener. Catbox (which he now realized he forgot). Cell phone (though he doubted he would be capable of understanding how to use it). Paper and pen to write down all the other sh*t on that list that he was forgetting. It was a really damn long list, and he couldn't remember most of it. Not to mention the fact that it kept getting bigger. And bigger. And bigger....

Riku gave a look at the direction they'd been heading and chewed on his lower lip for a moment. Miki was just stepping out, scanning the light croud for the group and the girl she was leading in. The situation was increadibly neutral, really. And getting even more neutral by the second. Why stick around when it was under control? Not to mention that he was not only unneeded, but unwanted as company. Perhaps committing a crime would have been a betting option than checking one out in the first place? Well, technically, he had done that earlier when he 'bumped' into that other guy. Gosh, pickpocketing was easy. But wrong... ... ... ... ... yeah, wrong... ... ... oh who the f*ck was he kidding? He didn't care. Right or wrong didn't bother him so much either way. It really just depended on what would be a logical choice. What would give a better result, or a more favorable result. Not that all the time he was looking for a good result. Sometimes it was just self-punishment. But that was simply his self-destructive personality coming out. Not out of the ordinary at all.

Currently, the issue was merely a passing thought. He had bigger sh*t to deal with. Well, not really. This was none of his concern, and despite what a distraction from his stunning lack of things to do, it was useless to proceed. Even ammo-boy was probably seeing that fact. Why stick around when the situation is under control and no longer your problem?

He walked along with them for just a few more strides, enough to get close enough that Miki was in earshot and he could adress his departure thoroughly. No need for a sudden ditch, that would just bring up the situation in future conversations. No need for that. But now he was feeling antsy. Perhaps he could find someone new to aggrivate. A fight once in a while wouldn't hurt too bad... would it? It would just be his second one. In... y'know, two days... but still. He tried to convince himself he wouldn't make a terrible habit of it, but knew that was entirely a lie. He would have no choice in the matter; emotion had to be taken out, and he simply was not going to reveal such a weak and emotional side of himself by sobbing or whining or releasing the common behaivior in a way common to normal people. Punching the crap out of someone just because he could was good enough for him. Letting himself get beat down was good enough. But it would be rather difficult to find an adversary at this early hour, and especially one who would be any good. But he wasn't desperate quite yet. Perhaps some time in the afternoon. Or after that thing with Kaoru and Aimi. He had too much to deal with today to bother with making plans to beat people up. That was just lame.

"Yeah, this seems under control," He intercepted, retreating his eyes from the situation and holding his coffee up in front of his face with both hands, almost as if he were about to take a sip, but almost more like he was hiding his face a bit more. It was kind of cute. "I've got stuff i need to take care of, so I guess I'll be off." He turned half-away, letting his eyes return to the others. "Hope they patch you up good, Euro-girl. Feel better soon." He gave a small hand wave and turned the rest of the way on his heels. Of all the people in the group, he had to be needed the least. They could stop him if they wanted, but they probably weren't going to. "Tschüs."