Sefton followed Kyouya once again, trying his best to hide his awkwardness, guilt and confusion. Hiding how sore his arm felt was the easy part. At least the building didn't have anything against people wearing skates inside, since it was one of the few activities allowed on the indoor track. "Tropical Aqua Garden?" he repeated. One of the patrons looked up as he passed, and Sefton didn't fail to notice the odd look he received for the question. He simply shrugged, thinking the person was confused as to what Kyouya was referring to - as far as he knew, there was nothing like that within the town.

What was "the private offices" to Kyouya turned out to be the manager's office for Sefton. While the other teenager waltzed right inside and retrieved something from one of the filing cabinets, Sefton waited outside the door, unnoticed by the busy manager, and watched in mounting uncertainty. Was the manager really that oblivious to not notice...?

With Kyouya's back turned, it presented the perfect opportunity for Sefton to run. Instead, he took a quiet, shaky breath and forced himself to stay. Meltdown later, Sefton. Focus on the now, then get the hell out.