Only when Kai was left alone, blinking down at his pencil, did he realize what he had done. "Sorry...." he whispered belatedly. It was always easiest to apologize when he was alone, although part of him knew that it was useless that way. Still, it made him feel like he'd made up for his outburst.

He turned back to his drawing, noting the jagged line he'd drawn, and though he tried erasing it, the damage had already been done. He crumpled that sheet too. Kai's eye drifted to the music player. Immediately he muttered, "I don't like music." But he turned it on anyway. Kai spent half a minute listening the faint sounds that came through the headphones without his putting them to his ears. The sounds were....not quite right. As expected, music was no good compared to the natural sounds of urban life so he turned the music off and tried to go back to drawing.

By this point, night was already in full swing. Not impossibly late yet, but bed time for most. Kai's pencil stayed on a blank sheet of paper, never moving. An hour ticked past.