[i]I hate kids.[/i]

Even though this boy was only four years younger than him, the way that this Prospero kid talked was already pissing Michael the hell off. It was actually [i]difficult[/i] to not show annoyance, but after many years of this whole acting-like-another-peasant business, it wasn't impossible. 

Michael nodded with a smile towards Jak, feeling yet another knife run through his gut as he had to force himself to sound reassuring once more. Even though she had been a bit terrified after he put a gun to her head and nearly blew her brains out, she seemed even more afraid by just being in the presence of these people. It was just as hard to not have pulled the trigger then and there than to not laugh at the moment.

[b]"Yo,"[/b] Michael spoke in the cringy, universal greeting of prepubescent teenagers in the twenty-first century, looking down at Artemis as he patted her on the shoulder. [b]"Jeez, you look like you just saw a ghost,"[/b] he followed through with the generic statement, refusing the impulse of his eyelid twitching. [b]"She said that she and the kid are going to lead us to whatever hotel that we happen to be staying at."[/b]

Michael stopped as Prospero now spoke directly to him, questioning his whereabouts and whatnot. Fabricating such information was simple enough that had he been put on the spot with no experience in subterfuge, he would still be able to do it. Lying was just an innate and normal human interaction. 

[b]"Golden State of Cali, man, that's where it's at. I just got done graduation about two weeks ago and I've been accepted to Stanford. I'm here on vacation by myself before I have to start the semester in August. Now that I'm eighteen,"[/b] Michael explained, his age actually a year younger than spoken. It was no matter, though; he had acted as men much older than his age in the past, and they still fell for it. [b]"I figured going here on my own to break away from all of the drama I have back at home. I've worked hard these last four years and I need a break, so why not come to Italy?"[/b]

If only things had really been like that. The only thing that Michael thought about his father was to just drop dead and die already, and he had no mother to think about. Despite the fact that he was still sent off to high school, he had dropped out two years ago, and was self-employed full time as a hitman. He loved stealing the money and lives of his victims, and sitting in a classroom for seven hours or so a day for five days of a week was just agonizing.

Unlike ninety-nine percent of the world's population, Michael would have never believed in the whole college business anyway. Idiots thought that going to college would guarantee a good life and job, but they were just like he labeled everyone; idiots. Wasting so much money to take courses that are irrelevant to your occupation of decision when you could be using that money to travel the world and do so much more while learning... Michael preferred the life he lived, anyway; getting paid to kill people. Even if he didn't get paid, he would still enjoy it.

[b]"I'm actually staying at the Historia Asgarnia,"[/b] Michael answered Jak, who had asked him about which hotel that he had been staying at. It was the most luxurious one in the area, and even though it was expensive, money was no issue in the mafia; especially for his family, which would surpass the Vongola very soon. [b]"It's really nice there, but [i]really[/i] costly for just a single night!"[/b]