Ah, lunch hour.

The black haired man sucked in a deep breath, and the exhaled slowly. He walked beside one of the many canals that graced the city of Venice, his hands tucked into his pockets and his dark eyes focusing ahead. Cyril was hungry—the sudden introduction of this Daisuke took a few moments away from the lunch period and thus gave him less time to go and get a meal. Oh well, maybe he could get something from the nearest supermarket. They usually had tasty sandwiches and other things of the sort. Maybe he could get a candy or two. The sweet taste would probably calm his nerves.

Cyril yawned widely and stretched his arms over his head, stepping into the store and looking around. There were the aisles, filled with different packaged foods such as cereal and sweets. He allowed a look of curiosity to cross his features as he peered down one aisle, and then the other. He picked out a bar of chocolate, tucked it under his arm, and made his way to the deli. All he needed was a good sandwich. Maybe with pepperoni and some cheese and bacon and lettuce. On other days he would go to a restaurant and eat a good plate of spaghetti with some bread sticks or a good roast chicken. But his aunt was making a big meal for dinner, and he didn’t want to stuff himself. His aunt made much better food than what could be found on the streets.

After a few minutes, he emerged from the store with a wrapped six-inch pepperoni and cheese sandwich, a soda, and the bar of candy. He supposed he could eat it on a bench somewhere… ah, there was the perfect place. Cyril sat down on the bench and unwrapped his mean, sinking his teeth into it and chewing slowly. [i]Daisuke.[/i] he snorted disdainfully. [i]I truly hope he doesn’t get in the way.[/i]

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Fionn hummed a low tune as he walked through the streets, casting his amber eyes up to the azure, Venetian sky. He remembered that it was usually cloudy where he had once lived, and it rained often. Even if it was a bit too sunny for his taste, he supposed that Venice had its own kind of beauty. [i]It smells weird, yet the mode of transportation is very interesting.[/i] he thought as he watched a water taxi drift past him. [i]It really is a lot different than Wales. At least my family moved with me.[/i] his brother and sister in law were nice, and they were even planning to have a kid. It would be nice if they had a kid. It would be like being a big brother rather than a nephew.

He had been in Venice for a year or so, and after adjusting to the warmer weather and the people, he supposed that it really was his new home. Fionn strolled down the street, his eyes darting to and fro. Heavenly aromas drifted from cafes and delectable plates of food rested on clothed tables behind window panes. He wished he had money for one of those expensive meals, just for himself. But his father would grow angry if he spent money as if it didn’t make a difference to him. [i]We can go to a place like that this weekend, that is, if we have time.[/i]

Fionn decided to visit a small café and order a nice, warm soup. He hadn’t had a good soup in a while… so he was as happy as ever when it arrived at his little table. It looked like it had meat and vegetables and pepper and… a lot of other things, really. He stirred the soup slowly, watching the liquid swish around in a very hurricane-like fashion, and waited for it to cool down.