Cyril quickly glanced over the boy that bumped into him. As he stood up from his rear end, he dully noted that the stranger was a tiny bit taller than him. He had brown hair and bright, blue eyes that seemed to have a friendly light to them. However, he returned his look with his dull brown ones that were literally ebbing with annoyance. His clothing… he wasn’t wearing a proper shirt or pants to actually be in public. Instead, he was in his pajamas. And… he was saying something about buying him a new egg carton if he became his friend. His brow furrowed, and the beginnings of a scowl was crossing his lips. [b]”How about you buy me the eggs and I don’t cave your face in?”[/b] 

He heaved a sigh as he crossed his arms. [i]This guy is new here. I should be patient with him. But if he does this to me again…[/i] His aunt always told him to keep his temper in check, which he did rather well. She told him that all he had to do was find an outlet for his fury, and he did. The outlet? Fighting. Even though he was usually destroyed in close combat, at least he got his point across. [b]”I need those eggs for breakfast. If not, it’s ruined.”[/b]