It seemed that the guy was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t know where he was going. Cyril blinked as he completely ignored his questions and proceeded to trip over his shoe. [i]This guy is idiotic.[/i] Cyril thought as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He let out a frustrated sigh and shook his head. [i]Why he has the Ten Year Bazooka, I don’t know. But I’m going to find out.[/i] And so, the dark haired boy walked up to him and placed his foot on the middle of his back. [i]I can’t let my temper get out of control. If I do I might scare him away, and then I’ll never know. Thank God I won’t have to associate myself with him, unless I’m unlucky enough to be paired up with him for a school project.[/i] he shuddered at the thought.

[b]”I asked you a question.”[/b] he grunted, narrowing his eyes down at Daisuke as he shoved his hands into his pockets. [b]”Why do you have the Ten Year Bazooka? More importantly, why the hell did you bring it to school?”[/b]