Now they were calculating their own life numbers? He certainly liked the idea of being a seven, but that was out too much recollection of what all the others meant. He went ahead and wrote down his birthday on his sheet of paper in front of him, completing the calculation.

January 13th, 2091. Broken down, it gave him a life number of... 5.

Like Ash, he was now wondering if the universe was playing a prank on him as well. Pulling his book closer, he was looking to confirm if the number did mean what he thought it did. And it did. Change was a key component. Embracing change seemed to be even more so. And yet, he spent almost all of his time rejecting the idea of changes and losing people in his life for it. Maybe the universe was telling him that was the type of change he was destined for? A revolving door of people? The other one that primarily caught his eyes was physical touch, and he actually let out a snort at that one. His family and his close friends were the only ones who got hugs or any type of physical affection. He just... didn't like touch, considered it rude and uncomfortable for the most part. So that was off too. And as for resourceful and progressive thinking? He stuck by the book, didn't like to color outside the lines very much. And resourceful to him... that seemed to go hand in hand with creativity, another thing he had not much of.

Zero might have been alright. Or seven, if he was feeling generous.