Library
Finding the bookstore closed- perhaps the owner was still getting breakfast?- Hyperion chose instead to walk over to the library. His dark hair fluttered at the cool air when he opened the door, greeting the librarian with a warm smile, his ears twitching eagerly. Walking through the large shelves, he perused the available books before settling on one with a pretty cover. It was about fairytales, and Ion had always been interested in them. As he walked to find an available table, he found himself accidentally brushing his tail against someone as he walked past. "Ah," he apologized, looking behind him, "My bad, sorry."
Playground
Patting the last of the sand on top of the buried bird, Argo folded his legs underneath him, clapping his hands in front of his face, ready to pray. "Ah," he paused, looking up from his poorly done funeral, "I need a stone." Getting up and dusting himself off, the human made his way around the small park, humming a sweet tune as he gathered up small rocks, trying to find one suitable to be a gravestone.