Fionn watched the people in the marketplace, a frown on his face. There were so many people around… it made him want to duck away from the crowds and go back home. The amber eyed, blond haired boy glanced up at Vector, who had leaned in to ask when exactly did the festival start. With a tip of his head, Fionn began to think. [b]”I haven’t really gone any sort of festival in Trespiano.”[/b] he explained to the dark haired man. There was something… weird about him. Not that he wasn’t nice or anything, but… [b]”But… I think it’ll start soon. There’s a lot of people around here.”[/b] 

His brother loved to go to festivals, so he would probably want to look around before he went home. Then he would forget about the time and the two siblings would be home by the time the festival finished for the day. Fionn would much rather stay at home and read a book or something. He wasn’t one for such festivities. He glanced back up at the man, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. [i]What if Reiner is looking for me at the moment?[/i] 

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Cyril followed Daisuke to his home, internally huffing and scowling at him. Though he maintained a fairly calm composure, he was fuming on the inside. [i]I can’t believe I have to go to this idiot’s house to get eggs. But… oh well. At least he’s making up for his mistake.[/i] Yet, he rolled his eyes as he walked up to the door. The woman that answered Daisuke’s knocking seemed decent enough. Was this his aunt? Or… someone else?

Daisuke pushed past the woman, and began to go up the stairs [i]backwards[/i]. Of course, he fell, and tumbled down a couple of steps. Cyril felt like bursting out and laughing at him, but he held back his laughter. No, that would be rude. Especially in front of this woman. His dark eyes flicked back over to her as she walked back inside, motioning for him to follow. Cyril did just that. [i]I hope that Aunt doesn’t get angry.[/i] he thought as he followed her.

After carefully avoiding bumping into the wooden crates, he followed the woman into the kitchen. The fridge was stocked with food, making him wonder why they would need such a surplus of supplies. [i]Does the dolt eat that much?[/i] he questioned, raising an eyebrow. But she turned toward him, holding out the carton of eggs. He blinked, taking it from her hands. He was about to thank her and leave, but she was… telling him something.

[b]”You think so?”[/b] even though he doubted what she said, a ghost of a smirk crossed his lips, and his expression grew softer. Cyril couldn’t be cold to this woman. She was sweet and kind. A fine person. At least… at least she wasn’t as much as an idiot as the boy. [b]”All I know is that I’ll be seeing more of him. Thank you for the eggs, though.”[/b]