Roy
Roy stepped out of bed and stretched as Paula knocked on his door. She walked in, taking his things out of the door to be worn. "Do I have the pleasure of being dressed by you today Paula?" he asked, playfully. "Very funny Master Roy, but you should be fine on your own." she said, instinctively. She had grown accustom to his flirty mannerisms. "Very well than" Roy spoke, as he put on his light blue blazer over top his white shirt. He jumped into his blue jeans and motioned out the door. Before he did, however, he ruffled Paula's hair. "Such a shame I wasn't changed by such a lovely girl." He commented softly. The comment made her blush as Roy left the room.
Roy went down the main stairs. Well until he slipped on olive oil. He flipped and landed on his feet on the bottom of the stairs, unharmed. He had fallen for it before, he wasn't about to again. He turned around toward the top of the stairs. "No one use the front stairs, Matthew put oil on it again." He yelled out.
He walked outside toward the gates. He spotted Adam a fair distance away. "Come on Adam, we need to line up with the others." He motioned. He began to walk toward them, stopping and turning around. "Don't worry about what people think of that scar. You have so many great traits that makes that scar seem trival" Roy encouraged heading off to the others.
He pulled Matthew off Oz. "Now now, leave your brother be." he scolded. "Oh by the way, I found some oil on the stairs. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it would you?" He interrogated.
Roy stepped out of bed and stretched as Paula knocked on his door. She walked in, taking his things out of the door to be worn. "Do I have the pleasure of being dressed by you today Paula?" he asked, playfully. "Very funny Master Roy, but you should be fine on your own." she said, instinctively. She had grown accustom to his flirty mannerisms. "Very well than" Roy spoke, as he put on his light blue blazer over top his white shirt. He jumped into his blue jeans and motioned out the door. Before he did, however, he ruffled Paula's hair. "Such a shame I wasn't changed by such a lovely girl." He commented softly. The comment made her blush as Roy left the room.
Roy went down the main stairs. Well until he slipped on olive oil. He flipped and landed on his feet on the bottom of the stairs, unharmed. He had fallen for it before, he wasn't about to again. He turned around toward the top of the stairs. "No one use the front stairs, Matthew put oil on it again." He yelled out.
He walked outside toward the gates. He spotted Adam a fair distance away. "Come on Adam, we need to line up with the others." He motioned. He began to walk toward them, stopping and turning around. "Don't worry about what people think of that scar. You have so many great traits that makes that scar seem trival" Roy encouraged heading off to the others.
He pulled Matthew off Oz. "Now now, leave your brother be." he scolded. "Oh by the way, I found some oil on the stairs. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it would you?" He interrogated.