Well, at least Abby looked better. She was able to take the napkins and dab them on her nose. Her words further reinforced his assumptions, and he sat down across from her. She didn't know his name... hmm. It wasn't uncommon that someone would forget his name, not to mention that he didn't even speak to Abby yet. He knew Abby's name because... well... Abby really wasn't a difficult name to remember. His name, however... [b]"My name's Fionn."[/b] he replied after a moment's hesitation. [B]"I'm supposed to be competing with you for the position of the Sun Guardian, but... I really don't know how I feel about fighting for such a big role."[/b]

In fact, Fionn didn't know how he felt about even being in the Mafia. He told Naoto a few things that would surely make him confident- or depressed, which ever- but... how did [i]he[/I] feel? Was he nervous or afraid? Or was he confident that he could get through things? The blond haired boy tipped his head at her, a frown coming across his face. [B]"... Hey, Abby... what do you think of all of this Mafia business?"[/b]

Cyril was about to die from laughter. 

Now, he wasn't a laugher in the first place. He was a calm kid, only becoming angry when someone provokes him. He rather stay quiet and observe before getting up and leaving... even now, when these people didn't even know how to fight. Cyril had to admit, he was taken down rather quickly by Sonya. But at least he didn't make a fool of himself. Abby had hit herself in the face, Daisuke did the exact same thing, and now... their "boss" was going to fight a skilled Mafioso with a fucking [I]soccer ball[/I]. It was at that moment that he couldn't hold back his laughter. 

He got to his feet, wheezing between harsh bouts of laughter, and staggered back inside. The blond haired kid looked up at the sound of his cackling, but Cyril paid him no heed as he walked to a chair at the kitchen table and sat down. His forehead rested on the table as his shoulders trembled with hiccups and giggles.

[I]This is bullshit.[/I]