Lunar had been...well, surprisingly, running around the pizzaplex. Wether he was bored or not wasn't known to his brother Sun, but Moon knew, considering he'd gotten blown up, as he tried to run to Monty months back. Mayhap the small animatronic wanted to play. He'd been readjusting to living since. But, being number didn't mean he wouldn't at least try and be happy, for them. Maybe he wanted a friend, maybe he wanted his beanbags. He did seem to enjoy those, alot, or cookies. Who knew?