Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister
N is sulking in the kitchen, because he doesn't want to go back to his room. Oddly enough, he's the only one in there. And he doesn't want to go back.
Then again, leaving in a hurry like that, when one is all mad and upset and violently cursing everyone else in the room in his or her head, then going back is the last thing he or she would want to do. So, N sits in the kitchen (where he's been sitting for the past hour or so) and contemplates, as he chews on an animal cracker. He's scowling at nothing, and felt like he's been doing nothing but talking to walls for the past week.
He sighs and eats another one. N doesn't know how much longer he can sit like this, but he's willing to bet that Mihael won't come looking after him. Especially not as enamored with Near as he is.
So, N sits. And waits.