Ben had slept perfectly. He was completely ignorant of the events of last night He lived on the opposite side of town from Naoto, in the first place. His morning was peaceful and undisturbed until he ventured downstairs. His father was, once again, passed out in the living room. The whole portion of the house smelled of rum and coke, a smell Benjamin was angry he was familiar with, having never had a drink himself. He sat at the dining room table and browsed the internet on his phone. His mother, ignoring her husband quite effectively, was making waffles. Eventually she sat a plate before her son and kissed him on the forehead. "Buenos dias." They said in soft unison. Ben finished his breakfast while reading the news, still from his phone. He subconsciously looked for anything mafia related but knew that he would find little if anything. It wasn't as if www.vongola.com/mafia was a real url.
Soon after he finished his meal he got dressed and grabbed his bag full of fencing equipment to keep up appearances. Once he left the house, mother none the wiser, he headed off towards the center of town. He had no fencing practice today. In fact, only his sword presided in his bag, none of the gear or the mask. Now that he was associated with the Vongola, and after seeing what Sonya did to them as the start of training, he wanted to have his sword with him, whether or not he would use it. Like a safety blanket. Except metal. And cold. And pointy. Thank God Trespiano sheriffs weren't great in number, nor particularly active, because it would interesting to explain to them just why he had a third of what one needed to fence competitively, and the most dangerous third at that. He spied pink and yellow blobs just on the distance and knew it was Naoto and probably Abby. He figured he'd at least say hello. Once he was closer he called, "Hola, jefe, Abby."
((Jefe = boss. Don't know how many of you attended Spanish in school.))