[u][i] –Zivon- [/u] [/i]

Zivon nodded as he answer that there was nothing with cyanide in the packet… well hopefully there wasn’t a hidden message he couldn’t read and it there was… another panic attack would happen. He sighed as he put the packet of candy in his pockets and continue to walk with Mercy. The blood had stop pouring his nose and the only thing left was a slight stinging pain but luckily its not noticeable. As Mercy laugh a bit with his answer of every flavor, well not every flavor but every flavor he had ate in the past. He couldn’t help to give a small, a very small laugh and nodded as he really love ice cream, it was one of the things that comforted him through the scary and hard incidents. “Y-y…u-p-p…” He spoke in a fragile voice and lightly touched his nose, it still stung for a moment and Zivon hoped that in a few days it would be healed. 

“I-it..ts…fi-n…e-e…” He got used to eat ice cream first then dinner, he would wait for hours just eating ice cream until his dad came back from work no matter how late it was. He just smiled as he remembered that and then felt sick, he was feeling homesick again…he really missed his dad… Before even thinking it again he turn back to Mercy and answer her question. There were a lot of stuff that he likes to do than eating ice cream, he really wished he could sew a new stuff animal again but sadly he was reminded that he had limited cash and couldn’t buy the supplies for it. “u-hh…co-oo-ki…i-ing…cle..a-ani..ing..ng…Kn…i…tt-i..ng…S-se…w…ing…” Zivon answered to her, feeling weird to say what he likes to do. The stuff that he likes doing, he remembered one time when his dad told him that one day he could end up as someone’s wife… in exact words.. [i]'One day when you get older you will be someones dear wife Zivvy' [/i] ... “Wi-fe…” He whispered it unintentionally as he let out a small giggle, his dad was defiantly an odd man.