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"A-Ah...G...Good afternoon! I hope you're all having...a wonderful time...!" Meanwhile, the sick little greenette was in pain. He was clearly doing his best to hide this fact, as he stood a few feet away from the other, and hid his leg behind a desk in the hallway. The desk was usually used for students who couldn't attend school due to their hospitalization, after all, Mitsuru had used this desk before. He simply hoped the other wouldn't be able to spot the cut on his leg before he could find the right medical equipment.

"Good afternoon!" The young sickly boy chirped in a cheerful tone, letting out a light hearted chuckle. He began scratching at his tea green hair, a bit nervous. He wasn't usually the best with crowds...He wasn't even that good at social activities to this day but...

"You know...I'm starting to realize something..." Mitsuru whispered beneath his breath, nearly choking on the words he lets out. He wipes away at the tears seeping out from the corner of his pale blue eyes, shaking his head from side to side in a disappointed tone. "...I'm such a bother to...to my friends...! It's no wonder they n-never visit me..."

[WALLY SCREAMING]

"Aah...Sorry...But," the small boy paused, twiddling his fingers together as he tried to think of the proper words to say. He whimpered, feeling guilty that he was using the time of these other people up. He began rubbing his hands together anxiously, a quite frown on his face. "Could...Could you please help me...? I seem to have dropped my Pokenav somewhere here..."

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