Stone Circle March on child, March on

Sven just figured he had slept wrong. Or perhaps he had played to roughly. Though honestly to think about it. He wasn't certain when the last time he played was. Truthfully and without a doubt unsure.

Sven nodded. He didn't know if he would ask the adult for help. He had developed a sort of mistrust of adult figures in his life. They either died or left the children to their own devices. But he could say he would and maybe someday he really would.

Okay. Sven stepped in place behind the man. Though it was slow and painful. To distract himself he spoke. What doyou like to do Bjorn?