Happy's eyes follow Edward's movements as he accepted her offer to come in to the room, and comes over to the bed and sat down next to her. She stares at him at first when he asks her why she was there, unsure if she should answer or not. However, Ed-kun was her friend now, and she felt that he was not a person that judged others easily. So, after picking up an armful of stuffed toys, and leaning her face in to them, she takes a deep breath and explains.<br/><br/>"I'm here...because I don't have anywhere else to go...And Mephisto knows me...he suggested that I come here, since no one else really lives here except for the Okumura twins... Only he knows about me. Well, the teachers and stuff know me, but...he...he knows about..." She slowly trails off of what she was saying, sighing softly. "Never mind." For the first time she actually looked sad, a frown was on her lips, and the look in her eyes seemed lost. Though they twinkled and shimmered, it seemed as if it were from tears, and not happiness this time around.<br/><br/>Even though she could see him reading the book that she'd been reading earlier, she didn't mind. She just liked being able to talk. "Sorry if I don't seem very...honest..." She says to him, looking directly at him, hoping that he would understand. She had her secrets, and she didn't want to risk losing another friend...not like the last time. So, she chose, that if she kept who she really was away from him...then he would like her. And they could be friends. She liked Edward, he was a funny guy...well to her anyway. And she didn't want to lose that. "All I can say is that I am different from the others...and that is why I have no where else...and no one else either..." She mutters the last bit quietly, almost as if saying out loud hurt her.<br/><br/>After a moment, she smiles a bit. "That's my favorite book. It was a gift..." It looked like a really old picture book, and it was almost falling apart. It really was indeed a special book. One that she'd read countless times. It was written in a different language than English or Japanese, but something more archaic or something from another world altogether. As she was staring at the book in Edward's hands, she remembers something. "Did you find a room yet?" She looks up at him, and tilts her head slightly to the side.