Moving In

[Sot Ny]

"Oh please." He rolled his eyes at all the nonsense. "I'm not the type of guy to leave when people ask me to." Even if the people were some shrimpy detective, an adorable crying guy and some douchebag with a bowl cut. "He wasn't easily swayed. We only know each other for... what, like an hour? You should at least know THAT much."
It was feeling really nice, right now. The gun... he could just pull it out and blam! They'd be dead. Well, Naoto and the silver dude. Yosuke would be last, taken advantage of. Then the bodies would be disposed. It would be difficult in a place like this though. Inaba was small and gunshots were loud... but he liked a challenge.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The black haired boy paused and slowly pulled his hand away frost the handle of his gun. Glaring at Soji, he replied curtly."Nothing. What a guy can't scratch his own ass unless it's some sort of threat? Seriously..."

[Yosuke Hanamura]

"I think we noticed that by now...I don't see the point of staying, when no one even wants you here in the first place..." He scoffed. "Fine if you're not gonna leave, I don't see the point in staying here myself. I-I mean, I don't even know why you even bothered to follow me here!" He looked to his feet. Why did the guy even follow him here, and how did he know that Yosuke was here? It all didn't seem to make any sense, but he just tried to get along with the whole thing, but there was the problem. He didn't like the guy at all to even try to get along with him at this point.

"W-Well, you must've been 'scratching your ass' for quite a while now...." he looked over to Soji who seemed to be just as confused as Yosuke.

[Naoto Shirogane]

"Well ... not for that long." Naoto shook her head, agreeing with Yosuke had said. So it seemed Sot really had no plans to really leave anytime soon. And she was really starting to try her patience. "Since you won't leave, then maybe we should. Like Yosuke said." She glanced over her shoulder at the two boys.

Naoto glanced at Sot carefully, as she motioned towards the exit. "Shall we?" She looked back at Soji and Yosuke for a second time. Hopefully, they or herself wouldn't run into Sot again anytime soon. Personally, she thinks she probably couldn't handle having to be around Sot for this long, having to endure him.

[Sōji Seta]

"Nevermind," the silver-haired teenger replied. Soji turned to Yosuke and shrugged. He wasn't sure how Sot worked, but he was definitely more than just eccentric, for lack of a better word. Though...now he just seemed suspicious.

Soji bit his lip. Somehow, Sot had managed to get on his last nerve. However, he wasn't going to let himself lose his cool. He took a deep breath and sighed. He turned to the Detective Prince and nodded. He stood up and held out a hand for his best friend. Hopefully the new teenager would leave them alone after this, though a nagging feeling told him that that would probably not be the case. Sot still probably wanted to "play" with them.

[Yosuke Hanamura]

"Hmm.." Yosuke looked back up. He saw his friends hand waiting for a grasp. Yosuke stuck his arm out, took the grasp, and pushed himself out of his seat. "Thanks..." He smiled.

Yosuke looked to Naoto, he eyed the exit once more and nodded. He leaned over to Soji's ear, "Where...are we supposed to go? Don't you think he'll find us...eventually?" He returned back to his normal posture and tapped his foot. He had doubt running in his mind, the town was very small. Where could they go? Even if they did go home, they would most likely be spotted by, or ran into Sot. Everyone was pretty much hard to miss...

[Sot Ny]

Sot rolled his eyes.
This was going no where.
"It'd just be easier to kill you all..." He muttered, reaching for his gun once again. He hadn't meant for that to be said outside of his head. But like it matter...those who heard weren't going to be around for much later. And there was nothing that was going to save them.

Well, except for one other thing. Music started playing... a soft melody, slightly hinged by a mechanical tone. His cellphone. And that ring tone meant... his grandparents were worried.
He reached for his phone instead, turning the object off. No one needed to hear him be lovey-dovey to the old couple. He'd use the gun on himself instead.

"Lucky for you, I gotta go. That's an important call." He smiled and waved, turning around and heading down the steps.
"Don't worry!" He yelled but did not take a glance back. "I'll see you guys again! Especially you Yosuke! I'll greet you with a kiss!"