The news was still fresh in his mind. It was totally unexpected though; [i]his[/i] mother, the kind and generous support beam of his life was a mobster. Even as he leaned up against the entrance that he was told to come out of at the call of his name, he was fawning over how cool his mother looked dressed in the formal suit; her smile still kindly plastered on her face. 

Arms crossed over his chest, he chuckled loudly to himself. It was never expected that this kind of opportunity would arise, that he would be able to throw his education in the thrash in turn for a easy life of... well, giving orders it seemed. 

When he heard his name resound through the immense room, he quickly fixed a few strands of his chestnut hair and straightened his back. He shot the man beside him a rather brutish look as they walked along, one that appeared less intimidating than he wanted because of his youth. The man was taller than him by a few inches but that wouldn't discourage him. It also didn't help that the guy also looked stronger. 

Cracking his head, he took the initiative and walked ahead of the guy, his confident smirk on his face as he shot a strong fist in the air. Once in place, he waved at his mother -unashamed- and begun to unravel the sleeves of his poorly-kept school uniform. 

“Alright, grandma! Let's get this over with,” he told the elder cheerfully, filled to the brim with energy and confidence.