~<em>John sitting at a table with D, chatting</em>~<br/><br/>John nodded as D told him that he and Saki was going to be in the same room. Guessing that was the kid since he hadn't heard a name yet. "So that's what he's called..." He looked over Saki noticing him laying in the woman's lap, unmistakable flirting. Splinter really was better off not seeing people like that. John shook his head and looked back at D, tapping his fingers against the table lightly. "He is quite the little flirt isn't he? I can see the trouble with getting him in check."<br/><br/>"Yeah go for it, I'm listening." He drew a drag of his cigar as he looked at the grin on D's face as he began to speak. John's expression was calm, non telling. But perhaps that was more worry some then the expression on D's face, since it was rather clear that he was up to no good. "A mind game you say..." John looked between Splinter and Saki, a crooked smile finding it's way to a corner of his lip, but other then that he gave nothing away. "Well I do like the mind games..." He leaned forward to look at D closer. "I say we go for it." Chuckling lightly as he then stretched and leaned back in his chair, his eyes still at D's face.<br/><br/><strong>~<em>Splinter, still sitting alone on a couch</em>~</strong><br/><br/>It was a long time since he had felt this lonely, especially in a room full of people. He had no idea what everyone around might've heard or seen, but probably not much. He glanced up briefly as he thought he heard John laughing, locking his eyes to the table where he and D sat, only to find that he was right. John was indeed laughing, and by the sound of it. It wouldn't be good for him.<br/><br/>He quickly cast his eyes back down at the floor, beginning to rock back and forth slightly where he sat. He began twisting his fingers and biting at his bottom lip. What were they talking about? Why was John laughing? Why did he get this eery feeling in the pit of his stomach? He just wanted to run over to Saki and throw himself in his arms, lavish him with kiss and hold him tight never letting go. But at the moment he was confined to this couch, slowly going out of his mind. Or at least feeling like he did.<br/><br/>This was torture, but it was anything but sweet. Being this close to Saki without a chance to speak or even look at him. He wanted to break down, to cry. But what was the use when no one would come up to hold and comfort him anyway? John wasn't the type and he would probably just enjoy seeing him like that. Saki was on the other side of the room and not allowed near him. Wednesday was busy and probably wouldn't meddle into this situation anyway, unless it got really out of hand. And no one else knew him well enough to know what to do for him at the moment. Therefore he remained alone on the couch when eventually a tear found it's way down his cheek.