The boy began to feel more and more irritated as Haruka ran off, throwing items in her wake. [i]She's just overreacting,[/i] he thought, [i]So sensitive. Some people really do need to learn to be more considerate.[/i] Although her behavior was more annoying to him than anything else, he was also slightly curious as to why she was acting this way. He flinched as the objects bounced off of him, slowing him down for a few seconds and giving her enough time to run out of his sight.

Quickly dashing into the hallway, Shiori managed to catch a glimpse of Haruka making her way into the other room, so he decided to follow. Walking faster and faster almost to the point of sprinting, he abruptly (and rather uncharacteristically) hesitated in the doorway for a moment, lingering there. What was with the room...? It was almost like it had been sketched out. Actually, upon closer inspection, it looked exactly like a sketch. It... gave him a strange feeling, and he didn't care much for it. (This seemed rather... strange for a school, but Shiori still fervently denied the school was "haunted" or any of that nonsense.)

He just shrugged it off, though, and went ahead without another thought.

[b]Saturday, April 11th, 12:20AM - Graphite Gardens[/b]

A grin formed on Shiori's face when he stepped into the room, somehow not bothering to wonder why Haruka was crumpled on the ground. "There you are, Haruka," he said in a ridiculously nonchalant voice, "You really are inconsiderate, you kn-" 

That was when the white noise hit him, however, catching him off guard. Soon, he was crumpled over as well, kneeling down beside her. He quickly covered his ears, pressing as hard as he could. He really shouldn't have gone into this room, should he? "Godamnit," he shouted, shooting a glance at Haruka (and seeming to forget the fact that she'd been running from him only a few moments ago). He wondered who she was shouting for, though. Probably her friends, considering how she'd been acting earlier.