Quietly sitting in a corner, distant from the rest, Boro continued to play the role of the observer. He had done the deed; all that was left to do was to just wait. Being a patient man, he had all the time in the world. The longer it took for them to learn from each other, the better it was for him anyway.
With his lower back against the solidified smoke, Boro arched forward, setting aside his cigarette, and as subtle as he could, did his best to catch his breath.
Damn it.With pursed lips, hidden by a cupped hand, Boro tried to mask his wheezing. His expirations became prolonged and deep, and unfortunately, it took more effort than he had remembered.
"I guess it just keeps getting worse, huh?" He said to himself in a light-hearted manner, trying to add some humour to his fatigued state as he watched the children in front of him finally interacting. Despite his persistent dyspnea, Boro couldn't help but wonder who among them would have the displeasure of getting kicked out this early on in the game.