Oh God, did she really mean that? Fionn smiled at her, albeit his smile was a bit weak. It wasn’t like he didn’t like her, or if he felt something for her. It was just that human interaction frightened the hell out of him, especially when it was a girl like Angel. He swallowed roughly and pulled at his collar, glancing to the side. She had said that she liked how he had read in class. [i]She’s just trying to be nice, Fionn. You should be nice as well, unless you want enemies.[/i] he told himself before looking back at her. Her hair was a powdery white, and her eyes just as amber as his.

[b]”I’m… glad you think that way.”[/b] Fionn replied, forcing his smile to become bigger. [b]”I’m… not that much into being the center of attention… as you can see… I rather stay to the side while someone else reads… But I guess that I kinda have to read at times to get a good grade. It’s not… it’s not like the professor has to read, heh.”[/b] he looked down at his meal and put the rest of it in his mouth. There had to be something other than reading passages out loud in classrooms… maybe he should just ask his brother if he could join the family business. He would always be hesitant, however his answer would always be ‘no’ at the end. [b]”So… what are you doing after school, Angel?”[/b]

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Cyril watched as Daisuke fell to the ground, huffing in annoyance. That would be enough, for now at least. His punch did not knock the Japanese boy out, but the Bazooka did. It fell upon his head, making him fall over, unconscious. The dark haired boy sighed, tucking his hands into his pockets and scowling down at the still form. It wasn’t often that one saw him that way. It was just that Daisuke was apparently good at pissing him off [i]really[/i] quickly. Raniero walked up to the purple Bazooka, and looked inside of it, pulling the trigger. The action made Cyril flinch—if too many people bounced back and forth between past and future, then things could get ugly.

[b]”Give me that.”[/b] he grabbed the lip of the weapon and pulled it toward him, attempting to get it out of Raniero’s hands. [b]”That belongs in my hands—at least for now, anyway. I’ll bring it home and look around to see who the real owner is.”[/b] he tugged it away, and placed it in his bag. It was surprisingly light, it being a weapon and all. Glancing over at Daisuke, he thought about what to do. [b]”We should get him to the nurse’s office and then get back to class.”[/b] he stated blandly. [b]”I don’t want to be yelled at.”[/b]

And with that, he finished the last of his chocolate bar and walked over to Daisuke. Cyril looked down at him, wondering how he could carry him. He hadn’t carried anyone before… maybe logs and other things, but not a floppy, idiotic Japanese boy. He grabbed his arms and hauled him upright, before finally lifting him up from the ground. Daisuke was… heavy, to say the least. Cyril grunted as he staggered towards the nurse’s office, expecting Raniero to follow.