[Sakubo]

Seven looked oblivious to Mentor's greif. He was too blissful right now to really see what was infront of him. "I'll have whatever you're having... In a smaller amount." he added, since e wasn't really used to big meals, nor did he want to be a burden on Mentor's wallet. It was then that he realised that Mentor was dressed, and he was not. He still wore the clothing from yesterday-- Hannah hadn't bothered to change out of them.

[Kitsune17]

"Alright then."
He called and ordered three for himself and two for Seven.

They arrived five minutes later, hot, light and fluffy. A pitcher of syrup sat next to the plates on the tray.
"Thank you." he told the man sincerely. Then he began to have pancakes.
"Mmmmm... I love bluberries! Blackberries are good too, though." Mentor mused.

[Sakubo]

Seven made no move to reply to Mentor's blind muses. He act the pancakes quietly and neatly, smiling as the hunger that had lingered in himself disapeared. "I should go get dressed." he said almost more to himself than Mentor. "Don't we have others to pick up here? Get ready too, okay?" he said to Mentor, trying to be helpful. He wasn't impaitient, he just wanted to make sure Mentor didn't daudle from task. Soon after the phrase was uttered, Seven disapeared behind the door of the bathroom with his suitcase.

[Kitsune17]

Mentor pulled on a pair of sunglasses after a bite of pancake.
"I'm ready." he called out, finishing up his pancakes.
Pulling out his toothbrush, he brushed and spit into a plastic cup h'd gotten earlier that morning.
He looked in the closet mirror
"Hey!" he said, doing a Fonz impression.

[Sakubo]

The door of the bathroom slid open. When the fourteen year old came out, bright, intelligent eyes were upon her face. Hannah had probably made the switch whilst Seven was in there, or maybe even before, willing him to the bathroom? But the change was even more obvious today. She wore a purple dress that came out at her knees. A petticoat poofed out under it as well, creating a dance of frills underneath the skirt. Striped tights coated her legs, flashing black-white-black-white as they went up. Hannah wore dressy yet bulky shoes on her feet. The dress was sleeveless, but she was wearing a white T-shirt underneath it. Hannah looked like a flat chested girl with the attire on. She had even contemplated putting ribbons in her hair. "Ready."

[Kitsune17]

"Ummm...Alrighty then! Seven's going to freak if he's in that and doesn't remember putting it on. So...do you all share information, or doeach of you view things seperatrly?" he asked as he opened the door for her politely and started down the hall.

[Sakubo]

Hannah followed him noiselessly, as if her feet weren't really touching the ground. "Seven'll freak? of course he will. Why should I care what kind of show he puts off?" she smiled evily, Moirae being at bay for now. Walking through the hall, she examined herself, proud to finally be able to wear gily clothes Of course, they were a little out there, and girls didn't wear dresses all the time. Even so, she want to have a day of dressing herself. She stretched her hands foreward, and leaned back a little, getting rid of the kinks that had formed in her during sleep. Seven always slept awkwardly-- she wished she had seen the task through and went to sleep herself, but she had Moirae to worry about contantly.

Hannah looked at Mentor. "We're individual; there's only one set of eyes to see out of, one nose to breath out of. But in our head, I guess we can all be together. It's a little hard to get a proper conversation started, though." she thought to herself. Hannah was strangely talkative today.

[Kitsune17]

"Really? Why would it be hard?" Mentor asked. The fact that he could feel his gift- a pulsing glow in his chest, made him feel more confidant. At that moment he would have been willing to invite someone to mug him- just let them try; I'll make them leave us alone! he thought as he walked out the door of the hotel and onto the streets.

[Sakubo]

"We're all completely different. It's like inviting all the small little parts of a disfunctional family to a dinner party." she described, shrugging. "We're all so different, but for the plain ones. And those 'em have beena dropping like flies lately." Hannah matched Mentor's speed with a slightly quicker pace, since her legs weren't as long as his. "Soon we start arguing, and we don't wait for each other's turns to speak, and before long you can't even understand a word. Man! I wish I could move out or something, and get my own place." she joked.

[Kitsune17]

"The plain ones?" he echoed. "What do you mean, have they been disappearing, fading?"