[b] Seven [/b] 

“You might wanna check which room you belong to soon or you’ll have to camp out for the night. Cat or not, a bed’s gotta be more comfortable than the floor right?” Leroy gave out a laugh; Seven also gave out a small laugh. “Maybe but the grass is a good bed too though.” They both went to the elevator as they went down the though of catching a bird was getting to him really badly. “I’m in room 114. Come visit me if you feel bored or something, though I make no guarantees about being there often.” He followed Leroy until reaching a room with the door label 114, wait that reminded him of something, he didn’t know what but it felt like he must have known it. “114...Why does that…never mind I must be thinking too much, or thinking at all!” He joked to himself but very loudly. 

As Leroy opened the door Seven was able to peek a little of the boy room, lots of art supplies on the floor, clothes on the coffee table it reminded him about…himself, he wasn’t a tidy cat at all well only with water he was but the whole mess didn’t face through him. Leroy came back from his room, “Okay, let’s go get some food now.” Seven nodded to him walked quite fast, his cat like instincts really…really wanted to eat something. “So Leroy, what are you going to eat? Of course I want a live bird but what about you?”