"Um...never mind then..." Tsunami felt like she didn't want him there, despite her words of 'follow if you feel like it.' He kind of felt like she too had hit him in some sort of way, not physically but deeper. Like her only emotion was doom and gloom, and that she didn't feel like being around anyone. So without another word spoken, he turns and walks away from her, rejection written all over his face. And to be honest, he really didn't want to be around someone who would only be depressed, because then he'd start feeling depressed too. He didn't like leaving her like this...but it was for his own sake, and hers as well. She'd been right. If Ran found out, she'd be outraged. And Tsunami wasn't one who was good at keeping secrets.<br/><br/>So, as he felt the first few raindrops on his head, he looks up, hoping Draco was doing alright, and heads back to his hotel room. He'd stayed long enough, and knew when it was time for him to go. Especially when people just start pushing him away. Going up to the room he was staying in, he began to pack his things, feeling a bit down. It was raining, he'd gotten himself punched in the gut and now felt like crap, he was alone, and today was his birthday. But no one seemed to remember. Ran hadn't talked to him, and neither had Aella. And since Draco was being gloomy, he didn't want to be around her.<br/><br/>Sighing, he finishes putting his things in their places, before strapping his surfboard to his back, and tucking his skateboard under his arm. He'd made sure to put tags on his things, keeping a small bag of clothing and essentials to carry with him, the rest to go into his personal storage unit. Pausing by the door, he takes one last glance before exiting, going down to the front desk to check out, saying that there were a couple things that needed to be mailed, and once he had everything set up, he leaves the hotel, stepping out into the downpour, and pulling his hood up over his head.<br/><br/>Time to get going. His hands were in his pockets, fingers of his left wrapped around his cell phone, which remained silent. No texts, no calls. Nothing. No congratulations. Even as he walked down the sidewalk, a smile on his face as he waved at passerby, it was just a mask of what he truly felt right then. He wanted to just sit alone and pout, but his legs just kept moving. He didn't care as he soon became soaked, and was nearing the edge of town. He didn't even care that as he walked, he passed by the guy who had punched him in the stomach, who just looked at Tsunami with a bit of disappointment, but said nothing.<br/><br/>Time ticked on slowly, and the grey haired male stepped up behind the girl from before, watching for a moment as she looked at the books that were on display in the book store. She too was soaking, just like the pink haired guy. For a few more seconds, he remained quiet, crossing his arms over his chest. One hand goes to his hair, and he starts twirling a strand around his fingers, before he speaks up, disdain in his voice. "You're friends with that pink haired board head right? Seems like he's decided to skip town and leave early. Just thought you'd like to know." He grins a little bit, eyes sparkling with mischief.