There wasn't really much they had to pack before everyone decided to move to the surface -- it wasn't like they had a dragon's horde. Their home was comfortably decorated, with little mess. So as they looked around their home, they wondered if they should really take anything with them, or start anew. After a brief search, they settled on a few things: Their planet spheres (given to them by their father a long, long while ago), their many, many sketchpads and pencils, a family drawing of them and their father, and a few small rings that corresponded to the planets. They hummed as they worked, finding a bag to place their chosen items in.

[color=#507992]"SPEECH"

Hungrydogs didn't understand why everyone was packing. It wasn't like they were abandoning their underground hideout, it was just that the surface world was now open to the public, too. H.D would personally be staying in the belltower of The Orphanage (which, he suspected, had been a Church before an orpahanage), simply because the bed was more comfortable and so that he could keep an eye out through the many windows.

Maybe, then, that was why people were packing, too. Comfortable beds were comfortable beds, after all.

"'ello, Jubitar. 'ow are you?" he hummed, leaning against the rough stone wall.

— Reggan

They turned to face Hungrydogs and Jezabil, a smile on their scaly face. [color=#507992]"Hey, you two! I'm doing rather well, I'm really excited to move up. Maybe I'll be able to see the planet I was named after?" They chuckled, taking a look at the sphere of Jupiter that could fit comfortably in their palm. it appeared to match the planet, with only a few paint scuffs.

[color=#507992]"SPEECH"