Standing up on the balls of his feet, Yuuri attempted to peer over the taller patients to try and catch sight of the blonde Mazoku. Yuuri didn't think it would have been this hard to try and find someone of Wolfram's uniqueness, but apparently it was. Maybe he should start calling Wolfram's name?

The thought had only just passed through his mind before Yuuri found his arm suddenly seized. "Eh?" Wide-eyed, Yuuri helplessly glanced over towards the only pulling him as he was dragged along. "Wolfram?! What are you doing?" Righting his balance, as they both approached the bus, the young Maou whined. "Come on, I'm more than capable of walking on my own, Wolfram."