Listen closely and you should be able to hear

[BZZZZAP! Haruka lets out a grunt in pain as the communicator shocks him through his jacket pocket.]

Tch. [It soon goes up, and then down. Right on the ground with an audible clatter. He's been busy, and can do without the interfering spark.]

This is getting old. I guess trying to take this thing apart wouldn't be much of an option either, would it?

[...] I'm running errands for Kantarou, since he feels safer holing himself up in our room with the mistletoe around. Don't ask me why... though I can probably take a wild guess.

Moa-san, I'll be stopping by the inventory soon to pick up a few things. Watch your head.

[[ooc Haruka will be wandering through the high school from his room, and stopping by the Northern Lights for work in case you wanted to get your mistletoe action on.]]

[BBBZZAP! Haruka lets out a angry growl, tossing the communicator to one side. It clatters noisily onto the floor.]

Dammit, it wasn't supposed to-- [Stomping around] Aaah! I hate how messed-up this place is! I can remember pouring that tea with enough leaves in it to give it taste, but it ended up just hot water that day when I could finally go back to work!

[Muttering, he goes to pick his communicator back up. The audio mode is switched off with an audible click.]

I'm fine. I just thought that would have more time. Geh. Usually that sensation isn't so unpleasant.

Of course as soon as I am free to go out, another murder makes the city unsafe to travel alone in. If I had them back, I wouldn't give a damn.

[[ooc Aack! I didn't realize that so much time had passed! orz]]

Human beings... I forgot how fragile their lives can be.

And yet... Hmm.

[He breathes out a sigh, and carefully leans back on the old roof. It lets out a soft creak of metal.]

...

Now that I take a good look at them, even the stars are all wrong.

It's irritating. I don't care much for the missing two days...

Apart from what I can't remember, nothing about me or this city has changed.

I'd like to think that Sorata's theory holds some weight in this, because I don't want to believe that I've only ended up losing more of the memories that I had in this city. If that was part of some kind of joke, then I'm not laughing.

[He gives a grunt off-radio, and then the communicator is switched to the default audio mode. He speaks in Japanese.]

I'm going out for awhile.

[There is a jingle from his shakujou, and then the sound of footsteps across the floor until they eventually fade out and the transmission times out.]

I don't know what kind of useless things I have been saying over the last two days... But if it is anything like the ones I still remember, then any of you would be better off just forgetting that they were ever said at all.

They remain hidden for a reason, and usually that reason is you.

If Kantarou is any indication, I am not fond of being anyone's plaything. Not to him, the scientists or anyone else that I've met in this forsaken city.

That includes you doctors as well. As much as I would like to have this chip removed from my body, I am not offering myself up to be your guinea pig. Don't listen to that fool.