Crona sat in the bar, his head down, waiting to leave. "Ragnarok, when can we leave?" He asked, glancing up at him. A girl slid closer to Crona, and he stared up at her beautiful face. The girl smiled, and Crona blushed, but suddenly a frown re-appeared and Crona's hands rose to his face, blocking tears from . "But I don't know how to deal with girls," He mumbled into his hands. The pretty girl next to him, frowned also, then looked down to the floor, worried.