Sangoman stood in his room, a large painting in his hands. He contemplated where to put it, wondering where the pink and black piece of abstract art would fit best. He dropped the artwork when he heard Logia's motorcycle rev up, the sudden, loud sound startling him. Reacting as fast as he could, he raised up a hand, a powerful blast of air bursting from below the painting, strong enough to send it flying back up into the air. The faerie lunged at the it, catching it by the frame before it could fall again, or hit anything. Relieved, and somewhat surprised he hadn't broken anything, he set the painting down on his bed, then opened his door and walked out into the hall. He made his way quickly to the main room of the guild hall, just in time to see Logia take off on the motorcycle with somebody he'd not seen before on the bike with him.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF40FF">What's he doing now?</span>" Sangoman wondered. He sighed and waived it off, figuring he'd find out later, whatever it was.<br/>"<span style="color: #FF40FF">Probably just running some errand or something,</span>" he muttered to himself, walking to the kitchen of the hall to make himself some lunch.<br/><br/>They hadn't stocked the kitchen very well yet, but there was enough to make a simple lunch like a sandwich or something. He debated making lunch for the other two for when they got back, but given that he didn't know when they'd arrive back at the guild hall, he decided against it.w