Cyril looked out over the ocean, his eyes scanning the horizon. This was certainly strange. All he wanted to do was spend the rest of his day at home. He hadn’t even wanted to go to the festival! But one thing led to the other and there he was, standing on some beach, waiting for a boy in trousers to come and a red haired woman to make an appearance. He was sure that they had come the right way… A boy questioned him, asking what he thought about the situation that he was in. Before he could snap a reply, the rest of the people from the festival came over, seemingly looking for the duo as well. [i]I still can’t believe this is happening.[/i] Mafia in their little town. Really? 

The pink haired boy and the red haired woman made an appearance. The woman was precariously perched on a tall rock, while the pink haired boy made a rush for her. Cyril watched, silent and serious, but truth be told that he was a bit amused. It was obvious that the boy would lose to the woman. One could tell that she had the potential of being a very strong opponent in combat. After a quick squabble, the boy, who was named Naoto, was on the ground, Sonya hovering above him like a cloud.

Cyril’s lips curled upwards into a smirk when he realized that this woman had a short fuse for a temper. It was obvious in the way that she spoke and carried herself. Sonya was a no nonsense woman. The black haired boy shifted his feet, scuffing up sand as he remained silent… at least, for a little longer. Abigail, who was the blond haired girl that spoke up and told Sonya that she thought that she killed Naoto. At this, Sonya reacted and kicked the boy in the side, before the idiot Daisuke spoke up. Jak chimed in last, explaining that she was confused as to why she picked them. 

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. His gaze flicked to Benjamin before answering him. [b]”I don’t care what happens next. I don’t want to get involved.”[/b] he stared at Sonya as if he were issuing a challenge, his jaw taut and stance firm. [b]”Everyone knows that the Vongola are a bunch of clam-heads, anyway.”[/b]

Fionn, however, remained silent for the duration of their little session of “Question and Answer”. He stayed to the outermost edge of the group, but more so near Joli. That boy was a “Guardian” too, right? Then he had to be important. At least he didn’t seem as hostile as the rest of the kids that were gathered. If something happened, he could very much stay near him and let him defend him. [b]”This is a huge mess…”[/b] he sighed out, running a hand through his hair. [b]”I don’t understand why we can’t gather at a home and she can explain all of this properly over a few cups of tea…”[/b]