Benjamin was surprised to say the least by Naoto and Cyril. He hadn't thought, in his short time, knowing the pink-haired boy, that he would be capable of such aggression. Ben had been sold very early on but it seemed Naoto needed further convincing. That was fine. But what he'd come to know of Cyril surprised him more. The whole time, the kid whined, moaned and insulted. Not really getting anything done by it either. But seeing him so vulnerable caused a sadness to pang in Ben's chest. 

Once the fiasco was cleared and they were all determined to help Cyril's aunt, Sonya ruined any emotion present in the room just by clearing her voice. Perhaps someday Benjamin would be able to that. What came after wasn't terribly pleasant, but he hadn't expected it to be. He knew how she operated by now. Or at least how she operated with [i]them[/i]. Ten laps? He wasn't exactly dressed for this but he should probably start doing so. He glanced at his square toed shoes and a small, impercievable frown brushed his face. He followed Abby right out the door though, tightening his belt and untucking his shirt. He kept pace behind the blonde girl just fine. His pace was longer so he didn't figure he'd have trouble keeping with the group that would form soon as the others got their senses and followed suit. His feet didn't hurt like he might have expected.
Yet.