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Current Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up!
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Doge~
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I'm back~
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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.

”The Hell are you doing, you damn idiot?” 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 thought that they would chase him down, but… would they really? ”You. The woman with the hair.” he walked up to Sonya again, snarling at her. ”I have no interest in becoming a Vongola. I’ve left the mafia life behind.”

Cyril crossed his arms and looked at everyone. So, these were the Guardians, then? What a heap of scrap metal. ”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.” he jerked his thumb in the direction of Daisuke, his angry expression becoming more pronounced. ”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.”
YAAAAAAY
Too bad he's reserved
What

Hmmm. How will I make Cyril react-
... oh Rain. XD

I just hate it when the guild goes down-
Jesus Christ-
Well, this was surprising. Cyril's eyes widened when he discovered that this was the Mafia's fault. The word itself made him bristle. There was no way that he was going to go through with this. His fists clenched and he returned to glare at Sonya. "I've already been in the mafia. There's no way that I'm working for a bunch of scumbags like the Vongola." he spat at her, before whirling around and walking straight past a struggling Abby. I can't believe it. They're after me again. fear was beginning to well in his heart, but he held it back from deforming his features. He glowered over his shoulder and saw a blond brat (Fionn) help Abby with the man leaning on her shoulder. I might have to leave Trespiano. Maybe I can go to Rome, or even as far as France.
Hey Agni!

Duss, prepare to flip a table soon.

And what would happen if Cyril just walked away? XD

Short morning post.
LISTEN TO THE STEREO, TONIGHT TONIGHT TONIGHT

NO COMPLICATION~
That woman was flirting with him. Talbot closely eyed the dancer, his brows furrowing. She was a pretty woman, he had to admit. He really wasn’t one to go and flirt with girls, because he had had a… horrible experience with women. That was where he was going to stop thinking about it. He wanted nothing else to do with those kind of thoughts. They usually got him depressed, and a depressed Talbot was not a nice Talbot to be around. His brown eyes flicked over her, and a twitch of a smirk crossed his lips. She was introducing herself, wasn’t she? She was a sweet woman… But he felt as if there was something that he was missing.

”Thank you, Evie.” he said as he bowed deeply before her. ”I needed that water. I felt as if I was going to pass out without it, and you would have had to drag an unconscious mage back and forth the desert.” that was all he needed, really. The water and food made his day, and he would no longer have to worry if he was going to fall over and die. Talbot narrowed his eyes, feeling someone approach them. Evie said something, but before he could reply, he heard someone speak to them.

Talbot spun around, weakly grabbing for his tomes and narrowing his eyes at the new arrival. This… man. He didn’t seem like the type of guy he wanted to be around. Then again… he bore garbs similar to a Dark Mage’s. And he didn’t seem like the type of person to be an enemy… Then again, when he started to talk about the food that he was offering being poisoned, Talbot made sure that Evie and Tim were behind him. His hand went to his satchel, and his eyes flashed aggressively. Is he an assassin? he thought.

”Who are you? Get back!” he cried hoarsely, pulling out his Thoron tome and gripping the binds tightly. Even though he was weak and he wasn’t the leader of this little group, he didn’t want anyone to get hurt. ”Who are you to give us food and tell us it might or might not be poisoned?”
Because I'm evil, that's why.

Lord of the Ringz

I don't like Bianchi... she abuses Gokudera too much-
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