[b] Zivon [/b]

He walked closer to Chris. "I was actually hoping you'd follow, Zivy." He smiled, Zivon smiled back, then they both walked together. ‘Still have a few more hours until dinner, maybe I should make dessert too…so many possibilities…’ He thought about the meal that he would cook for his friends. He was brought back to his thought as he Chris said something. "So uh, Zivy... Sorry if this is a rude question but... Why are you in here? I mean, you're special too, right?" He looked at Chris for a while. Processing what he had said. ‘He wants to know my…ability…’ he looked down the floor, he really didn't want to talk about it nor even mention it. It was awkward enough with Drow and he threw up at the end.

“…y-eah…spec-ial...” He muttered out is a sad tone. He shook his head and just sigh. “ I j-ust don’t wan-t to r-eally talk a-bout i-t…” He looked at his hands at just gave another sigh.

[b] Seven [/b] 

He heard the conversation of the others as he finally dressed up. The girl explained very well how what happen that night he grinned. He then yawned contently as he jumped on air, at least a meter high from everyone he lay down and decided to sleep until they were all done talking. If so then he could hang out with Sir painter or Trumpet girl Which ever interested him even more.