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Scrawl BandittaTwilightDragon said Cyril sighed heavily as he made his way home. Every time he left school, he would always take long to get home. His aunt didn't mind much, though. She knew that he needed some air at times. He really just walked around the block a few times. He thought a lot, too, and he did a lot of thinking right then and there. Why did Daisuke have the Ten Year Bazooka? It shouldn't be in his hands. he thought, running a hand through his hair as he walked up to the door. He pulled out his keys and unlocked it before opening it and stepping inside.
He bristled when he realized that there was another person in his home. Not one that he knew. It was obvious that it was a stranger by the time he reached the dining room. It was a man in a fedora hat and suit. Did they come for me?
No. This man really couldn't be a mafioso, could he? Maybe it was just his imagination. Cyril narrowed his eyes and gripped his book bag tighter, stepping around the man to get a better look at his face. Hmmm... "Who are you?" he questioned bluntly, narrowing his eyes. "And what do you want with us?"
It was true that Cyril was overprotective of his aunt, but she really was the only thing he had left. He had abandoned his father and mother in Lipari and fled straight to her. If something happened... he would have nowhere to go. He continued to look at the man, awaiting his answer.
"Hm?" The man snapped out of his thoughts, raising his head a few inches to catch a glimpse of the newcomer. A smile curved upon his lips as he folded his arms together, the woman returning to the dining room soon with a cup of espresso in her hands. She almost jumped at Cyril's return, as if she was taken by surprise.
"We have a guest," She smiled as she offered the man the cup. He mumbled a quiet thank you and accepted, taking a short sip of the espresso and placing it on the table. He shifted his chair in the direction of Cyril, one leg crossed over the other as he only raised his head enough to observe the boy. No wonder why I thought this was a girl in the picture. "Ah, Mister Leggieri. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
The man cupped his hands together, turning to the woman for a moment. "May you please leave us to a private discussion, madam?"
"Of course," she replied, her face a bit concerned but nonetheless returning to the kitchen.
"Now," the man cleared his throat as she left them, relaxed in the chair. He eyed the book bag in Cyril's hands, smiling at the boy. He knew it was there, but he wanted to test the boy's honesty for a moment. "I'm sure you know of a recent exchange student by the name of Daisuke Honda." the ends of both sets of his fingers pressed against one another, deciding to be rather straightforward. "The Ten Year Bazooka was under his possession until this afternoon. Would you have a clue as to where it is, Mister Leggieri?"
Daisuke was freaking the hell out.
He had searched everywhere in the entire house, and found nothing. He even asked his caretaker, Miss Kamenka, and the entire conversation on the purple toy-like bazooka had somehow ended up in a debate about which animal looked the cutest.
Sighing heavily, Daisuke quickly changed out of his school clothes and into a pair of plain jeans, a white T-shirt with a hoodie of the same shade, kicking up dust behind him as he ran towards the school. If he wanted the answers, wouldn't returning to the source of the issue itself be the best bet to find them?