He couldn’t believe that he actually came. 

Well, Cyril supposed that it was curiosity that drove him to come over to this guy’s house. Something told him that he shouldn’t meddle with the mafia, but… The Italian boy sighed as he sat at the table and watched as the mother of Naoto poured them tea. He didn’t like tea. He rather have coffee, if he had to drink something of the sort. He rested his arms on the table and looked down at the pale liquid, heaving a sigh. [i]I wonder if my parents will find out about this.[/i] he thought, taking the cup and lifted it up to his lips. He was thirsty enough to drink anything at the moment, and since the tea was right there… It tasted bland and thin on his tongue. [i]How can people drink this?[/i] he set the cup back down on the table and glanced around at the people near him. He really tried to sit away from the crowd, but believe it or not, people actually sat next to and near him. [i]I hate this. They’re never going to be real Guardians. I hope that red haired bitch realizes it.[/i]

The yellow haired mellow kid sat closer to the rest of the people, but he said nothing as he sipped at his tea. He sat next to that Japanese guy, Daisuke. [i]It seems that I don’t have to worry about him talking to me, then.[/i] he sighed in relief. [i]I hope Daisuke focuses more on Fionn than me. I won’t be able to stand talking to him for much longer than five minutes.[/i]

His face still ached like hell from the day before. Cyril still couldn’t believe that he had been hit by a stranger and hadn’t retaliated. But he was near his boiling point at the moment, and didn’t want anyone to bother him. When Naoto walked downstairs, he glanced up and narrowed his eyes. This guy… he didn’t have the potential of being a boss of a mafia family. [i]I bet he’ll die the first day on the job.[/i] he sighed, looking back down at the cup. His hands began to slide the cup back and forth in his boredom, trying to keep his temper in check. [i]All I have to do is ignore the idiots for a little bit, right?[/i]