[i]Aunt’s omelet has to be ruined by now.[/i] Cyril thought, shaking his head as he followed Daisuke down the street. The other boy sprinted into a brisk run, and so, Cyril began to run as well, rushing up to his side. [i]I’m expecting that this short visit to his house to get eggs will take much longer than I expected.[/i] Daisuke would probably keep him there for a bit, talking about stupid crap and all. His brown eyes rested on the path, restraining a sigh that wanted to escape him so. It was obvious that he was annoyed. It would have been much simpler if the boy didn’t bump into him.

Though, it was pretty today. The warmth cheered him up, and the smell of the ocean made him feel… nice. There was something about the salty tang of Trespiano that made him feel as if they were freer than the people of Vendrello or other large cities. [i]I don’t understand how people can live in blocks for houses and not have any space to breathe.[/i] he continued to run, maintaining his deadpanned expression. His eyes flicked up to the sky as he thought.

He had been born and raised in Lipari, which was a town around Trespiano’s size. It was also near the ocean, and one could see the broad expanse of blue if they were to look out their window. He would have stayed if it hadn’t been for his parents. Just because his father was a boss of a family didn’t mean that he had to become one as well. Even though he had prayed for a younger brother or sister in the off-chance that they could take his father’s place instead of him, his mother never had another child. 

[b]”Are we almost there, or did you lose your way already?”[/b] he snapped at Daisuke, his brows furrowing. [b]”I have to get home.”[/b]

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Fionn shifted his feet, glancing away from the man who had called himself Vector. His shyness had gotten a hold of him all of a sudden, and now he simply couldn’t find anything else to say to this dark haired figure. Running a hand through his blond hair, his amber colored eyes flicked down the street. He knew where the marketplace was, at least. He wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of this man. And so, he pulled himself away from the wall and began walking down the street.

[i]I hope Reiner won’t get angry at me for leaving. But I don’t think he’ll come back. He’s probably busy talking with dad or helping mom.[/i] he shoved his hands into his pockets. [i]I wonder what he had to pick up for his wife, though?[/i]

The sun was shining harder on the street, making Fionn flinch a little. He’d have to get used to all of the sunshine in this place. Not to mention his mother wanted to go to the beach in the summer. [i]Not looking forward to the sunburns.[/i] he sighed. [i]I already get them when I’m out in the streets too much.[/i] He supposed that he did like Trespiano, though. It was tiny and quiet and most of the people were nice and willing to talk, even though Fionn didn’t like doing so.

They made their way to the marketplace, and he paused near a few fruit stands. [b]”This is the place. There’s… there’s a lot of things one can buy here.”[/b] Fionn told Vector, turning toward him and forcing a smile on his face. [i]I hope I can get back soon.[/i]