His fury abated as the Robotics Club member slumped to the floor, Katsuo moving towards the room's table and tossed his bag ontop of it as he sat down. The bag landed with the sound of broken glass, as sake leaked onto the surface of the table. The yellow-haired yankii swore loudly as he quickly snatched the securedly-wrapped soba buns out of the mess, "<b>Fucking asshole! Breaking my drink!"</b><br/><br/>With a sigh, he unwrapped one of his sandwich before crumpling the wrapper and tossing it at the KO'd otaku. Taking a massive bite of the noodle-filled hot dog bun, he chewed with the delicate manners of a starving Doberman. Halfway into his second sandwich, he addressed the strange chick sitting in a weird position, "<b>You... okay, there? I mean, you need... food? Or, um, just sleeping?"</b>Realizing he was alone with the the completely stationary and rather fetching young woman, Katsuo began to wonder if the creep he'd beaten up might have had the right idea after all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>