After stretching for a little while, Felice stood up and glanced around the room at the others. The girl who kept changing her appearance looked like she would be difficult to keep track of; it would be hard to remember a face that never stayed the same. The boy who did the kicks was taller than him, but a lot of people were. It was a fact of life for him. The other girl still in the room... "You always stick to the walls, ragazza...I wonder why?" He mumbled mostly to himself.