Shawn glared at Doe from the corner of his good eye, giving a wry chuckle. “You have a point there…I sorta gave up fighting back after the last few times,” Shawn said with a shrug. “It never did anything other than make them laugh harder, so…” The scholar shrugged, giving a light sigh. “Anyways, I should uh… Probably be going. I have a uh… Thing, I need to do. Plus I’m sure you had some reason for being here that, yanno, didn’t involve helping me. So… Yeah.” Giving a nervous smile, the beaten psychology major started to awkwardly skirt away. However, he stopped as a trashcan started to move.

Giving a shocked cry, Shawn stepped back from the thing. Being the unlucky creature he was, he ended up tripping over himself and falling backwards. Shawn skittered back a few feet, watching the offending trash bin. With a hiss of distaste from inside the trash can teetered until finally with a loud clang,the thing fell over and a small child rolled out.

“Ivy!” Shawn yelled. "What are you doing here?