Ilariy sighed outwards heavily, his good eye falling shut. "Yeah... 'm f'ne..." he stated coldly. Blinking the deep-blue optic open, he stood; casting a glance about the shop. Anyone caught staring was immediately glared at.<br/><br/>Turning back towards the girl, he heaved a sigh. "'m s'rry, b't I sh'ld be goin'." With that, he picked up the cupcake, and turned towards the exit of the building. He hated how his mood would swing so easily- a simple thought enough to push him straight over the edge. It didn't help that the voices were screaming at him now.<span style="font-style: italic">Weak... How could you snap that easily?</span>