[In the meantime the robot that had started this cruel twist of fate (it's only in a fairytale like this that yata would be popular ..............) has managed to find some other poor soul to bother. Part of Oikawa wants to ignore it, to laugh it off breezily without a care in the world, another part of him feels his eyes looking for a clock to check the time, something curling in the pit of his stomach as he waits and waits and then--


there it is.

The sight before him is, thankfully, more pathetic than expected. The way Yata seems to be trembling is a sight for sore eyes, and the way he's yelling out... Well, isn't this a guy who needs rescuing because he doesn't know what he's doing?]

What are you looking for?

[The smile on his face appears calm, at least, even as his arm shifts to rest upon Yata's shoulder -- never mind that they've never met before in their lives.]

Shorty here seems to be a little overwhelmed and incapable of an answer right now, but if you say it slowly he might remember.

[Sorry.......................]