Beaming brightly, Cyril gave a hearty chuckle at the small joke Mis made... as bad as it was, but now he just couldn't resist. Pressing one of his hands against where his arm was hit, he feigned being wounded as his smile dissolved just a bit; it almost looked like he was going to pout. Turning his head down to the ground, he stared solemnly into the grass.
"Aw don't need t'thread on me like that, I was working on magic and blade since the trials are comin' up, but nooooow," suddenly, he perked up with a glint in his eye and a smile that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Removing his hand from his arm, he pressed a singular index finger, playfully tilting his head to the side.
"Now I'm just trying to work my charm on a very lovely shield-maiden and mirror mirror on the wall showing the fairest maiden of them all!~" He gave Illedrith and Saeko both a wink before twirling to address the Valkyrie; the Maiden of War.
Bending over he eyed her up and down, inspecting almost every inch of her like a voyeur. Yup, she was in tip top condition for the S-Class trials. Swiftly shoving his hand into his pocket, the "Playboy" balled up his fist, squeezing it tightly as he continued smiling at the woman.
"Alex, are you asking Saeko and I on a date," Cyril mused, reeling back upwards as he placed a finger on his lips, tapping it as he kept his eyes firmly peeled on the silver lady.
"My my, how scandalous," he giggled, raising his hand to obscure his mouth in the most overblown fashion as possible, acting with faux surprise that caused a few other Harpy's that were heading out to roll their eyes at this whole situation... yes, he did notice.
Instantly, he snapped an pointed a finger gun at Alexandria, brandishing his pearly whites.
"Heheh, jus' joshin' ya, but aye, I believe we will join ya... considering Illedrith invited us beforehand; how could we just say no?" He chuckled, placing two hands on the back of his head as he stretched just a bit, staring up at the guild house, studying as much of the structures intricacies as he could before they departed.
"Seven years, seven years... so much time has passed..." Simply put, he just smiled and nodded, reminiscing on that fond memory... think he had a couple of games dedicated to him, one of which involved... puncturing an effigy of him in uncomfortable places or throwing darts at his face.
... yeeeeeaaaah, wrong memories.
A small shiver shot up Cyril's spine at the thoughts, shaking his head and perishing it in favor of one of his more... positive games that were based on some of his traps. That was pretty entertaining to watch people get all tangled up from time to time, eheheh...
Regardless, he was shook out of his trance as Illedrith agreed with the duo over heading into town before it got too late, Cyril giving a swift nod, giving a small pirouette before pointing in the direction of the town.
"Well then what are we waitin' for? The festival trials await!"
Surprisingly, for the most part, Cyril was rather quiet during the trip. His attention always seemed to be diverted somewhere else, eyes moderately glazed over; it looked like he was there, yet he seemed somewhat detached from reality for the most part. Any spurs that brought him back would result in a bit of small talk and flirting if you weren't a cinnamon bun before returning to that utterly lost state.
Eventually, his quiet visage faded away for the most part as they approached the town and made their way towards the town hall. That was when Cyril began to get a bit... randy when taking in some of the eye candy around the center... or rather, most women he could get to whilst staying close to the group.
... he was able to get a couple of ladies to blush and giggle, whilst the more negative reactions involved him gaining a tender red jaw. He was used to the sting, so it really didn't bother him at all... rather, his eyes were pasted to certain members of both guilds, Harpy's and Golem's alike. Most of them seemed to be A-Class mage's from what he could recall, causing him to shift around uncomfortably from time to time at some unknown thoughts.
Regardless, he ended up gravitating towards the stalls with food, letting the smells of sweetened pastries to grilled, tender meats invade and take over his nostrils. While it probably wouldn't hurt to grab a bite, Cyril didn't feel that hungry...
... and then the sweet little cinnamon of the group spoke up!~
Cyril perked up as soon as he barely managed to hear her, sending a large grin to her as he looked down at the youngest member of their group. Placing a finger on his lip, he tapped it for a bit as he scanned the area before eventually snapping his fingers, and pointing at one of the stand.
"Hey, hey, hey, whadabout' some Harlequin Crème Brûlée," he suddenly announced, looking down at Ceri.
"From what I know, the flavoring and what they garish it with are usually random unless you specify whatcha' want on it! You should totally give it a shot; you gals too if you haven't had a taste!" Instantly he looked up at the other three, gauging whether or not they would indulge in this, smiling as he patiently awaited their responses.
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