Colby felt his breath begin to grow a little heavy as he circled the area. His eyes darting from empty swings to every Neko girl wearing the same colors Amelia and Yumaki wore today. No luck. He didn't enjoy the sensation of running around and worrying about Amelia, but then again, what sort of freak-a-zoid would be excited because of this? He paused near a wall to catch his breath. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Colby, he was aware that hus decision to offer Yumaki the collar was to make their lives easier. He was a popular guy, many neko knew him already. With no track record of deviance or foul play or immature boyish acting out, Colby was a boiling pot of prestige and handsomeness that would understandably be appealing. To make things easy for him, he needed to collar someone so that he wouldn't get live-spammed with collaring requests all year. Throw in his, difficulties with opening up and making friends that he talks too out of school, sharing a room with a cute neko girl that he felt like he could open up too was a godsend of an idea. Plus, the stress of the bills put away and with the protection of Colby's collar to prevent true creeps from claiming Yumaki, Colby was sure that he was helping her too. A nice deed that benefited them both? With the goal being that they could be comfortable while they studied this year? Actual result: Yumaki is being yelled at/yelling at her sister, and Colby is outside running around and trying to help her find that sister. Nothing but stress.<br/><br/>With a worked, heavy sigh, Colby began to move again. They still had plenty of sunlight left and while his gut was twisting over the fear that one of them may have gotten hurt, he quelled that feeling with a few calm breathes. He closed his eyes briefly as he sat near a tree. Another exhale. Colby hoped, silently, that Yumaki was feeling better. As he finished, he heard distant female sounds that he couldn't identify. Shooting up and opening his eyes wide, he caught sight of the sisters. His heart sank as he noted that it didn't appear necessary that he joined them. Another sigh was accompanied by a twisted hidden smile. He thought to himself about how he somehow deserved to feel this way for trying to help. It hurt to be so aware all of the time. He turned and leaned against the tree with his hair hiding his eyes and his lips stitched into his casual unimpressed expression he usually wore. Silent, he waited without starring at them or getting closer to listen.