Abigail answered first, stating that, even though Naoto was a bit dorky, that he was also nice. Cyril had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes. That was so sappy… then again, Abby seemed to be the sappy type. Then it was Daisuke who piped up, stating Naoto was the best boss. Now, what exactly did Cyril think of him? He had to admit, part of him agreed with Abby. Naoto seemed a bit… like a nice guy. Dorky, but nice. But Cyril didn’t think that he had the makings of a mafia boss. He just couldn’t see Naoto like Vongola Decimo. Maybe as a mere subordinate of the Vongola, but not as the actual boss. At Abby’s words, he had to smile. She was trying to sound tough, especially with that glare of hers.

[b]”I think that he’s not that great.”[/b] Cyril told her, not bothering to look back at her again. [b]”He’s nice and all, but I don’t see him as the next Vongola boss. I bet that someone’ll assassinate him before he even assumes the throne. Or maybe he’ll fall down some stairs and snap his neck or something.”[/b] he shrugged. [b]”I’d sooner want you as boss. But Naoto? Sure, he’s nice and all, but I bet he hasn’t even killed a fly.”[/b]

Cyril knew that he was just spouting out junk, but he had to give a clear reason to why he didn’t like Naoto. His thought process was interrupted when Daisuke mentioned pineapples for what seemed the tenth time that day. What was with this guy and pineapples? They weren’t even that tasty. It was like he fantasized about them all day. [i]No wonder why he doesn’t have a girlfriend.[/i] [b]”He’s brought up a good point, though.”[/b] he said to Abby. [b]”How are we going to find a huge crowd of people if they can be anywhere within Trespiano or Vendrello?”[/b]