[b] Zivon [/b]

He walked there for a while, looking away and still thinking. He really didn’t want to talk about it at that moment. Maybe because if he talked about it will remind him of what happen when he was ten or maybe his dad, he was already feeling homesick. He gave a weary sigh and rubbed his head. He looked at Chris. “So-rry I ju-st…really…don’t w-ant to talk ab-out it.” He bowed his head to apologize. While walking his shoelace weren’t properly fixed. He stepped on of the loose shoelace; he then ended up how people step on their shoelace and end up… “Gah!” He landed on the floor face first on the floor. ‘I have worst luck ever…’ he groaned as he lay there thinking. “Why?”

[b] Seven [/b] 

Seven woke up and still they were there. Sir painter, trumpet girl, Question guy and a purple hair boy. ‘hhmm I must be not have seen him…” He jumped down on a resalable height and looked at the boy. He then did a handstand on top of the boy head, it seemed like it even though he was doing it on air. Seven curiousty is quite amazing, first he was interested on Sir painter then trumpet girl and now this guy. He meowed at the guy and continued to look at him. His tail had patted the boy shoulder and he smiled. “Excuse me there but hi there!"