It was a good day. Wilson's paranoia was very much muted; Felix wasn't any worse, he was still alive and Golem was keeping an eye on him. Silvia was having a day off; while the rest of them just did whatever they did when the sun was shining and they weren't crazy and out of their minds. The sun was shining and Wilson and Verse were going Mr.Wilson hunting; yet again. She had yet to find one; but Wilson was optimistic. She loved the little birds, infact it was where her nickname came from.
"Hey; Verse!" Wilson called, bounding in front of him. Her whip-like tail wagging back and fourth; almost threatening to knock the piyo out of the air. She felt like this was going to be one of her better days; without having to worry about anything except whether she'll catch a Mr.Wilson by the day's end or not.
"Do calm down." The small albino piyo stayed in the shade; his sensitive eyes not up to the glare of the mid-morning sunshine.
Wilson just smiled, running ahead. She could be like a child at times; happy and bubbly. She had a heart of cold when she was somewhat sane. It often seemed like such a shame to Verse; he'd seen so many unruly, vicious teens; yet the ones with the most problems were almost a decent bunch. Sure Champ was a tad loud, and Snake could be very violent at times; sure H was smoking and drinking and having to be brought home by the police almost every week end, but if you got past all the rubbish they were good kids. Even H.
(Fail. xD;;)