A multitude of soap bubbles floated carelessly throughout the air. Each one popping at a different time, it created a continuous popping sound that seemed to fill the silence as people went about their daily lives. Among the crowd was a familiar young man, with hair as black as that of crow's feathers, and a cheery smile that could light up a room. He gazed in awe at the sights around him, but most of his reverance for the location was directed at its bubbles. Chris (excited, with eyes shining like stars): This place is so cool!! Chris: Clay Clay~!! Chris: BOUNCE! Chris: Oh crap!! Chris: "Boss?"