Fionn sighed when his brother didn’t show up. Either he was preoccupied at home, or he had forgotten about his little brother as well. It didn’t bother him—he was usually forgotten, always in the background. For some reason, his brother was the exact opposite. Reiner was always called by name, even by people who lived across the town of Trespiano. Fionn was always ignored, always looked over. Even though this diverted attention from him, he had to admit, it did get a bit lonely at times. Sometimes he wanted to be yelled at, called on, have stories told about him.

The blond haired boy ran a hand through his hair, blinking a few times. When it was noontime, there wouldn’t be many shadows left to hide in. He didn’t like the sun. It was always too brutal this time of year, and he usually became red as a lobster. [i]I don’t understand why we had to move to this part of Italy. Isn’t it closer to the equator than the rest of the country?[/i] he heaved another sigh, squinting his eyes up at the sky. [i]When is Reiner going to get here?[/i]

A man walked up to him, making Fionn blink in surprise. At first, he thought it was Reiner, and was about to complain, when he saw that it was a stranger. He frowned, a bit edgy. [i]He doesn’t seem hostile. He looks more like a businessman than a kidnapper.[/i] [b]”Uhm, the marketplace is just down this block, and one block to the right… or something.”[/b] he told him. [b]”I can lead you there. I think it’s easier for me to actually walk there than describe the way.”[/b]

[b]”And you’re talking about Reiner, right?”[/b] he allowed his amber eyes to peer down the path his brother had sprinted down, a frown on his lips. [b]”He’s a good guy, but he forgets things easily. Also quite clumsy if you actually get to know him. I’m Fionn by the way.”[/b] 

It was then that he finally realized that the man named Vector had been stretching out his hand for a handshake. Blushing, he took his hand and shook it. [b]”N-nice to meet you.”[/b] [i]I’ve been talking too much, have I? I’m so stupid…[/i]

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[b]”I [i]told[/i] you. I’m not going to your house to get some eggs.”[/b] Cyril barked at him. What didn’t this guy get? Couldn’t he sense the hostility that was coming off of him? Either this man was a complete idiot or he was too friendly. Cyril just went with thinking he was both. With a roll of his eyes, he heaved a sigh. It seemed to have been the eighteenth sigh that day, really. But the dark haired man was thinking. He would get yelled at if he went back home with no eggs. That, and he would have no breakfast. And Cyril had to have breakfast.

With a loud and brisk [i]huff[/i] escaping from his lips, he narrowed his eyes. [b]”Okay, I’ll go to your house to get the eggs. You’re just lucky that I’m hungry.”[/b] he told him, turning up his nose at the brown haired Japanese boy. [i]This idiot. I hope he doesn’t go to the same school as me. If he does, I’ll throw myself out a window.[/i]