Before Cyril was able to complain about anything else, the magic show began. Even though it was hard to see what exactly was going on, the short, dark haired boy caught glimpses of Prospero’s magic tricks. The guy knew what he was doing, it seemed, and the crowd was very much impressed by his illusions. The only trick he was able to see completely was the one with the stuffed rabbit. Cyril had to admit, he was proud that he saw the actual trick, even if he was dwarfed by his height and was distracted by Daisuke’s persistent and idiotic yelling. [i]This guy has the mind of a little kid.[/i] he thought, rubbing the ridge of his nose. He even felt a headache coming on… [b]”Can you be a little more quiet?”[/b] he questioned briskly. [b]”I don’t think he’s going to pick you if you keep acting like an annoying little kid.”[/b]

Before he knew it, Prospero had reached his last trick. It was some sort of hypnotic spell he had placed on the crowd… which made the audience disappear at his whim. At that, Cyril began to bristle visibly. [i]That was amazing… how does he do it? Mirrors? Trap doors?[/i] Yet, his look of bewilderment did not stay on his face for long. He forced himself to appear like he wasn’t fazed by his tricks, and watched him as he approached Naoto and the rest of them. He gave Prospero a good, long, hard look, and the corners of his lips twitched into a frown. Something seemed off. How the hell did he know who they were? Was he an enemy? Was he their first test? [i]Of course, Sonya wouldn’t send us here just so we could watch a magic show.[/i] 

Even if he wanted to fight alongside the rest of his so called “new friends”, he didn’t have any weapons to fight with. It was obvious that he was not adept at fighting with his fists—he had his ass delivered to him on a silver platter by Sonya the day before. His arm was still complaining about the force it had been put through, but it wasn’t his dominant. He could manage. His chocolate eyes narrowed, and he finally decided to speak. [b]”I would answer the [i]big guy’s[/i] question quickly,”[/b] he growled, not in the mood for any more tricks and teases. It was funny that his voice was tinted with sarcasm when he mentioned Naoto. He still didn’t believe that he was good enough to be the Boss. [b]”’less you want him to pummel your ass to the ground.”[/b]

[b]”Do we really have to make threats and try to start fights?”[/b] Fionn whined softly, his eyes wide as he began to tremble slightly. [b]”I mean… he knows us. So what? It doesn’t mean he’s gonna hurt us. Maybe he’s a friend. Just… j-just let him explain himself first, okay?”[/b] He really disliked fights and arguments. He had enough when he was little and his brothers used to bully him. It was only Reiner who stood up for him and chased them off, but he knew what it was like to be ganged up on for little to no reason. He turned his amber eyes toward Prospero again and offered him a smile. [b]”… that was an awesome performance…”[/b] he stated meekly.

Cyril allowed his gaze to travel to the blond haired kid’s remarks. One had to strain to hear them, but he was saying something about not fighting. [i]Pah, if this Prospero kid wants a fight, Naoto better step up to the game.[/i] 

It was then that the Italian boy heard Daisuke talking to someone. Cyril looked in his general direction, watching him talk with another dark haired boy. His voice was heavy with an American accent, and he seemed to carry and dress himself much like an American. [i]Why are so many Americans coming to Trespiano? Are we really that popular? We aren’t even on the map…[/i] [b]”Didn’t your mother teach you not to talk with strangers?”[/b] Cyril asked, walking up to Daisuke’s side again. His eyes flicked over the tourist again. He [i]seemed[/i] to be friendly… he couldn’t feel any sort of hostility or tension coming from him. [b]”Who is this? Anyway, if you and him want to see the magic kid close up and personal, you should go to Naoto. He’s currently talking with him.”[/b]