After observing a pineapple intently as it seemed to shimmer in the summer sun, Vector placed it back into its respective stall. He was particularly uninterested in everything that had to do with this little town and its people, he only needed to know the location where the most civilians would be concentrated. Though he didn't intend on hurting anyone directly, it was all up at the discretion of the candidates and the people themselves. Tsunayoshi Sawada may have cared deeply about involving innocents, but personally, he himself did not if they were the key to accomplishing his mission.

[b]"So I've seen,"[/b] Vector nodded in agreement to Fionn, seeing the marketplace brim with activity. It was still fairly early in the morning, and yet, it was already packed with crowds of people, and the occasion street performer. It was almost as if it were a rush hour of some sort before the actual festival would occur, and it proceeded to conflict the man; would it fare better if he waited longer? [b]"Tell me, young sport,"[/b] Vector turned to the boy, leaning in to ask in a whisper. [b]"When does this festival occur, exactly?"[/b]

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Daisuke, on the other hand, was excited. Already, he had made himself a friend; a friend who looked tough, as well! His cheeky, boyish smile as the two reached the doorstep of his house only grew more as he knocked on the door lightly three times, with Miss Ottavio coming into view as the door opened. She looked mildly confused at the boy accompanying Daisuke, but upon seeing the latter, she sighed and shook her head. [b]"You were so thrilled that you forgot to change out of your pajamas,"[/b] she grumbled.

Daisuke's face reddened in embarrassment. [b]"Uhm, yeah."[/b]

[b]"Now, if your dad found out about this, he'd take away my paycheck."[/b]

[b]"Pfft,"[/b] Daisuke scoffed, pushing past Ottavio in a rushed manner. He nearly ran into a pillar of cardboard boxes, the house still being set up after moving in the other day. He somehow ran up the stairs backwards and pointed towards Cyril, calling out, [b]"He needs some eggs! I accidentally-"[/b]

And of course, trying to run up a set of stairs backwards never yielded any positive results. It shouldn't have been a surprise that Daisuke would trip along the way, and that's exactly what happened; he fell back into the stairs and tumbled down a few steps, throwing his hands up to his head. He writhed in a brief moment of agony before jumping back up to his feet, walking up [i]normally[/i] this time around and rubbing the back of his skull.

Miss Ottavio shook her head again, sighing as she looked down at Cyril. [b]"Daisuke can be... [i]challenging[/i] to take care of,"[/b] she said, her next statement containing a hint of sarcasm. [b]"But as long as I'm getting paid, I'll pass."[/b]

She turned her back to Cyril, motioning for him to come inside. [b]"You're here for eggs, he said? Come on in."[/b] She navigated through another maze of wooden crates until they reached the kitchen, where she pulled a carton of eggs from their refrigerator, which was stocked with enough supplies like they were preparing for a third World War.

Miss Ottavio turned and handed the carton to Cyril, smiling. [b]"You know, no matter how gullible and weird he can be, Daisuke's a good kid. His dad's never around and so is his mom, but he's always smiling. I think you'd be great friends."[/b]