Rayne wasn't a big fan of pizza, so he just sat there in his silence, at the kitchen table, messing with the cards, and a page of ideas and formulas, and some equations.
A thousand plans went through his head, a thousand complaints to himself. 'Why the heck am I so cocky sometimes, why can't I just follow the plans.' Rayne grunted, placing his hand against his face, before he picked up his stuff, and went up to his room.