[u][i] –Zivon- [/u] [/i]

Zivon ended crying even more as he was hyperventilating like crazy, he looked like a real mess, the tears and his quick heavy breathing seemed to tense the atmosphere so much. It made it worse as he saw a terrifying smile from the purple hair guy that gave him skittles, he screamed more. “AAAAHHH!!! Gah!!” After he screamed then the loud thump at the bar and that…defiantly made things much worse… Zivon screamed once more but in a higher pitched and accidentally hit the head of the purple haired guy with his hand. After that he wanted to run away and so he did, he tried to get away from the loud scary guy; he ran...it was not good for him to run… his mental health was clearly deteriorating. As he tried to escape the scary purple haired he slipped at the floor and landed face first on the hard ground. 

The sound as he smack face first on the ground was defiantly painful, he just lay there…not even wanting to move. He lift his face from the ground and notice some blood dripping he touched his nose and winced how painful it was, it believed that gotten a broken nose once again. He tried his best to wipe the blood of his nose with his sleeves but it was hard as he was still crying and now... he really looked like a complete mess. 

[u][i] –Cyber- [/u][/i]

Cyber looked away, he wanted to avoid any eye contact he quickly grabbed the empty cup of noodles out of Alistair hands. “I-its fine! I can do it!” He said in a very nervous tone… the air got immensely thick and felt awkward. He grabbed the two cups and threw them at the trashcan; he really didn’t want to look at Alistair…it felt to weird at the moment. He got that feeling again that Alistair was looking at him, he felt like he was being judge, if Alistair found out who he was…he didn’t want that he quietly gulp due to his nervousness. Cyber quickly looked at Alistair then turned back, he sighed and sat down on the counter top at of the kitchen. He raised his head and looked at him, his eyes filled with nervousness yet having strong in them. “W-what is it? R-eally...wh-at is it? Is there something wrong with me?” He pulled down his skirt, he knew he hid his gender well but it seemed his cover was over…