Noah: he wrapped his arms around himself and held his breath. for some reason he REALLY didn't want to talk with George. when George walked up he stepped on a puddle of what could only be assumed to be human mush.

George: "What...?" George mumbled, crouching down to see if his assumption of the mush was correct. He was correct. It was flesh. George felt all the color drain from his face.

Ariv: "Aw is someone upset?~" Ariv teased before picking him up. "If you are good now, maybe I can give you more water afterwards okay?"

Noah: the flesh seemed quite new, it looked as though someone had put it through the blender. Owen tapped George's shoulder. He was right behind him.

George: George spun around as fast as possible, drawing his gun and froze seeing who it was. "Owen...?"

Ariv: "Yes I am so evil for wanting to get you into your brand new body," Ariv snickered before ruffling his hair.

Owen: he nodded his head furrowing his eyes at the gun. He silently tried to pull it out of his hand worried for his safety. Not his own,he was worried that George would hurt himself.

George: George snatched his gun back from Owen and placed it in his pocket. "Don't you dare scare me like that again or try to take my gun you jerk!!" George nearly screamed, hitting his shoulder with a red face of anger.

Ariv: "Why don't you like your hair like that? Ariv asked with a pout. "It looks good on you."

Owen: he backed away and teared up. "I-I'm sorry." Tears rolled down his cheeks after a moment, yelling always was too much for him. He shivered and shrank in his spot looking down at the ground.