[u][i] –Zivon- [/u] [/i]

Zivon tried his best to recover but since he became a crying mess al he can do is cry and try to wipe the blood of his broken nose. “S-t...s…stu…p-upi..d-d…I-I…a..a-m…s..s-.so…s-s…t-tu…pi…id…” He berated himself badly, he really wanted to dig himself a hole and hide in there forever. As he continue to cry, hoping just anything good will happen he was able to hear something that made him cry a little bit less. Zivon turned around to look at Mercy, still crying and bleeding but just a bit curious in what he had heard. “...I-ic..e…c-cr..ea-ea…m?” He lightly crawled towards Mercy until stopping a couple of inches away from her, looking at her with eyes with a slight bit of happiness. Wiping more blood and tears with his sleeves, trying to clean up his messed up composition.

He couldn’t help but to lightly smile even though the pain on his nose was pretty bad and he was still crying a bit. Zivon started to remember his dad and how whenever he was sad or scared his dad would gladly give him just a small amount of ice cream he would be happy instantly. “D-addy…” He looked down on the floor, remembering the past but look up towards Mercy and nodded while still wiping his bloody nose. He did not care much how his composure was at a pure mess but since ice cream was mentioned he couldn’t help but care for the memories he had hold in them.