[u][i] –Zivon- [/u] [/i]

Zivon smiled again as Mercy kept mentioning about the ice cream place having many flavors…. He really wanted to eat some cookie dough and pistachio flavor ice cream. His smile seemed to be a bit more real and kind but it had hints of brokenness and force to it. He touched his nose again and nodded to her, it still hurt but it was a fading pain. “N-n…ot…ba-b…ad…” He stuttered out as he again touched his nose, he was lucky that it wasn’t worse from the other injuries and causes he got from the past like a broken arm or a food poisoning from accidently eating uncooked chicken. He shivered and gulped air as he remembered the past again; he rubbed his arms together and began to feel really scared all over again like a cold chill ran down his spine. He started to play with his black hair to deal with his nervous issues, twisting and pulling it slightly. It was getting quite long and his bang nearly covered his face. 

Zivon Looked at mercy and felt uneasy…was Mercy weird out that he liked to clean? But her voice didn’t have any signs of teasing or joking so he nodded. “Y-y…es…wh-h…e-e…n a…a-al…on..e-e….I-I clea…n-n…fe-fee…ls…le-ss l…o-ne-ly…” His voice became a bit unnerving, he was afraid about his hobbies were weird to her even though she was really a nice lady. “S…tu-ff a-nim-als… bu-n…ni-es a..n-d te-ddy…be-ars… an-d so…me-tim…es clo-th-es a-s w-ell… if- t…or-n I-I…fi-x i-t…” Zivon spoke in now a shy and frighten voice like a mouse staring at a cat. As he was walkinbg with Mercy she stopped and seemed nervous, he felt like something he said could have offended her so he immediately bowed to her. “So-rry!” He apologized to her; he was now once again full on fear and panic mode but he calmed down…well just turned surprised when Mercy explain herself that she though she heard something. He though carefully in the words he had said. ‘cooking…sewing…knitting…Wife?’ He remembered saying that when he remembered his dad telling him he was going to be a great wife one day.

 “U..uh…W-ife?” He spoke to her again, wondering if that’s the word. But then he continue to follow her until seeing and entering the ice cream shop, his eyes wide open and it seemed to have that expression of a kid waking up in Christmas, he walked towards the displays filled with so many ice creams, he pressed his face even though his nose started to hurt again through the glass and continue to stare at the assortments of sweetness. “…waahh…” Amazed as he heard Mercy saying he could any flavor he wanted he couldn’t help to give a brighter and happier smile. He pointed at some flavors he knew and some that he didn’t even knew that existed. He pointed at Butter pecan, Pistachio, Cookie dough, Banana foster, Pumpkin pie and the one that really caught his interest the Nutty coconut ice cream. The man behind the counter nodded at Zivon, he clapped his hands together as he really missed ice cream so much… 

Then Mercy came back with a damp towel and gave it to him, he nodded at took it… he guessed it was still for his broken nose. Mercy stared at the assortments and said she was a lost cause with ice cream and that she would like to hear his suggestion. He pointed at some flavors and started to speak, his voice became less stuttering and a bit more… normal…like he was in his happy place and there was nothing to hurt him. “U-uh…C-offee if you wa-nna buzz up, C-ookie Dough if you need comfo-rt, Blue moon is fun and yum-my as well, ras-pberry if you cra-ze something fr-uity and peach cobb-ler, if y-ou are feeling h-omesick…” Zivon told her, it seemed he was like an expert in ice cream then when he mentioned peach cobbler and it being a good treat when feeling homesick he sighed and wished he got that flavor…he was feeling really homesick. 

[u][i] –Garden- [/u][/i]

Garden was feeling quite…awkward as Sir Leroy kept pressing her to answer more, she did feel uncomfortable to say the true answer but she didn’t want to avoid Sir Leroy’s questions… it would be rude of her… Soon he started to say different scenarios and some would match of what had happen, all she could do is nodded and speak in a nervous tone. “Uuh… Y-yes…uuhh…sometimes… umm…that would be very embarrassing if I fell onto someone but I j-just fell that’s all and it was during the game itself so I had to recover quickly after I fell.” She said while trying to avoid any more details from the incident. Sir Leroy’s laugh was making her feel a bit…nervous but not that hands shaking nervous but more of knowing something would happen nervousness. 

But she was glad that Sir Leroy answered her questions, for marshmallows being a sweet treat when toasted and a bonfire being…a great fire, it made her spine shiver, fire…it truly scared her. And talking about Alice in..wonderland?...weird concept but it sounded interesting to her, she was glad to get to know about the human world, it made her feel to have a bit more freedom just for a while. “Thank you for answering Sir Leroy, um...you can say I came from somewhere foreign I..” Garden paused for a moment trying to think of a simple way of explaining where she came from… from a magical floral land of knights and royalty? Seemed like the most understandable and blunt thing to say. “I came from a kingdom, royalty and such sorts, we really don’t have much…interesting stuff and things like marshmallows and skittles there, we are a nature based country if you think about it.” She put a finger on her chin, tapping it on her face while thinking about home. 

She smile d brightly as Sir Leroy seemed to be amazed with the music of flora, she couldn’t help to bring out her adorkable smile again and clapped her hands together. “It’s amazing, I hear all the time, at first I got annoyed by it because it was playing all the time but I got so used to it and started to dance with the music I couldn’t help to fall in love with it.” She told him as he heard the music getting louder, she really wanted to dance…maybe Sir Leroy would like to dance? She couldn’t ask, he might be not even want to… but she just continue to listen to it joyfully. “Its… a beautiful tone, I love it so much…”