[color=plum]"Because Albino isn't exactly something kids really hear about. Most enjoy the rumors of a ghost or vampire coming to murder them in their sleep."[/color] Alver answered the mother of the group, as he gingerly took back his coat and slipped it back on.

As he watched the two girls talk, he followed after Aaron, pausing only when he saw the little event that transpired between Aaron and some older guy. The pale boy was unsure what was going on between the two, but Aaron didn't seem comfortable. Still, Alver probably should pry and ask about it so he let it lie as he got into the line for the Ferris wheel. Looking up at the large wheel like rideable contraption. Frowning ever so slightly as his lavender eyes stared at it.

He didn't like vehicles in general, and he had never been on some carnival ride. Only heard of them in books and such. Usually used as some romantic means in romance novels. Which he didn't quite get, since the bloody thing didn't look anything but romantic. Still, he felt he needed to at least try it at least once.

So after getting his ticket and it was his turn to board, he had to duck under the door and crouch a little to avoid hitting his head. Sitting down in a seat, his hands gripped tightly to the seat as if to hold on for dear life on the handle that was braced in front of him. It felt like this was a trap... But he supposed it was just to keep riders safe.