Mouse lay on the floor, eyes smiling as big as her mouth, her belly heaving up and down from all the laughter.
Ten looked at the mess of humans on his floor with a smile, as he sipped his tea from behind the counter. His chest and stomach rose and fell from the activity level, but unlike the others, he was much more accustomed to this energy level with his daily hours of dancing. So he was a better fit for running after a happy go lucky squealing seven-year-old. Saint's muscles he built up, on his lonely weekends when at home were barely a help for anything but throwing Mouse in the air, and poor Kit who never did anything but walk around at a steady even pace was barely apt for any of it. He was the most dead out of the three of them. Heart had done relatively well keeping up with her and he figured it was all the walking and running around for classes and with his friends, or at his old jobs that had made him rise a bit above the rest.
