Uramichi had just finished recording the show for the day. After waving goodbye to the kids that participated, his smile immediately changed to his emotionless expression. Playing with the kids was of the only things that made his day, and now that it was over, he was back to his pessimistic self. Kids could hurt at times, like that little girl that asked why he was still single at 31 when her parents had her at 29 or that little boy that asked why he let the director boss him around if he was tired. He could just tell them that's how life it was.

He heard the complaints of his equally tired coworkers, how they planned to go out for drinks now that it was Friday. Uramichi didn't care, never really joining them in those things. He headed out before anyone could notice and made his way home, a cigarette on his lips while he walked. Life felt meaningless as always, and being deep in thought didn't make him realize he bumped into someone.

"My bad..." he said in a monotone tone, bowing his head slightly in apology to the person in front of him.