What… was he doing? Before he could make his way back home, the guy that knocked over his eggs shouted his name and stated that he was a liar since he had “egg” in his last name. Cyril glowered over at him as he forced his voice to become deeper, reciting a line from a famous American movie and pretending to shoot him. At that, his temper almost boiled over. One should know that Cyril was a very patient boy, yet he bottled up his anger until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was obvious by the way that his face screwed up that he was near that boiling point. His brows furrowed and his mouth curled downwards, very much different from the usual stoic and calm face he wore at school.

[b]”The Hell are you doing, you damn idiot?”[/b] he barked at Daisuke, running a hand through his ebony locks of hair before turning toward the woman. Cyril wondered what would happen if he simply walked away. He [i]thought[/i] that they would chase him down, but… would they really? [b]”You. The woman with the hair.”[/b] he walked up to Sonya again, snarling at her. [b]”I have no interest in becoming a [i]Vongola[/i]. I’ve left the mafia life behind.”[/b] 

Cyril crossed his arms and looked at everyone. So, these were the Guardians, then? What a heap of scrap metal. [b]”If I might provide some insight, woman. These people have no potential of becoming Guardians of the Vongola Family. Especially this kid. I doubt he even has a brain.”[/b] he jerked his thumb in the direction of Daisuke, his angry expression becoming more pronounced. [b]”Anyway, isn’t it too early for you to be picking candidates? I don’t know much, but I believe that the big guy at the head of the Vongola isn’t close to kicking the bucket.”[/b]