Kinjo fell into a deep sleep. He was exhausted. He didn't even feel when James stole his shirt. He curled up more in the blanket even as he mumbled icky. He whimpered as the blanket covered him. He felt warmth but not so much it bothered him. he just figured someone forgot to turn the AC on. He was also too tired to care. He didn't know that the evil man who mouth raped him and finger fucked him some was laying cuddled next to him. When he woke there was nobody around. He stretched and mumbled to himself. Sitting up but didn't say anything. He quickly bolted up. Blanket flying off him as he looked around. His butt a tiny bit sore from his finger fucking. He suddenly realized he was half naked. His shirt was missing! "AH! WHERE IS MY SHIRT!" He cried out. He began searching around the room. It was....gone! He ran out of the room and began to set about trying to find an escape. To find someplace to hide. Figure out how to escape. ANYTHING! He rubbed his jaw as it hurt. He just wanted to go. To see Soria. To see Jason. To see his foster parents.