Gary kept eating his lunch when a boy rushed over to him and looked at him, "Hey you're Gary Miller right?" the boy questioned him as Gary turned around and looked at the boy, "Yeah what of it? Need something from me my man?" Gary asked patiently as he chewed on a bagel and the boy bowed his head to him. "I'm the cousin of the boy you trashed yesterday. I just want to say...thanks man. He needed to be a taken down a peg or two." The boy said with a smile as Gary chuckled, "Yeah? Well no problems big guy. Jerkasses need to be put in their place." Gary said fist bumping the other guy as the people around him started to ask Gary what exactly happened in various ways. "ALRIGHT calm down everyone it was a gunpla thing I didn't get in an actual fist fight." Gary stated as the boy shook his head, "Well if it means anything my cousin won the regional once way back with his team and wouldn't shut up about it. It was the Under Thirteen but it still gave him a big head. To have his prized Gouf modeled after his favorite Zeon pilot crushed so easily by a suit made by a Titan it was just icing on the cake. Thanks again." the boy said as he rushed off. Gary couldn't help but wonder why the hell the kid knew his name. Maybe someone recognized him from the shop. Whatever praise was always a nice thing to receive. Still...it hurt his ego a little too. His brother...The Lord...well he was leagues above Gary and knowing that he was always there made Gary feel insignificant in comparison. Oh he could hear it now, 'Oh no Gary you're not weak at all you're just as strong as me blah blah blah' all a bunch of garbage really. Freaking gunpla...making him feel like piss...Guess it was a bad idea to stick up for that lady's honor. "That's it for me no more white knighting for me." Gary said under his breath.