Giotto could only stare at the body bleeding profusely in front of him, turning the once pristine white floor to red, with eyes that shows disinterest.

Walking over the body calmly like it was a normal thing to do, he swiped his head left and right before looking back at the bleeding man.

Sighing, he crouched down in front of him, leveling his sky-blue eyes with the man's electric-green eyes.

"Lampo, don't bleed on my floor. How many times has this been, hmm? Twenty? Forty? Honestly, I would constantly find you lying here with blood gushing out of you like a fountain too many times now. What did you do?"

Said man only groaned in pain, but his eyes were twinkling with delight.

"You stole Alaude's cuffs again didn't you?"

Lampo blinked once.

"Did you also put it in Daemon's room? Which also cause them to hunt you and proceed to beat you until you're half-dead?"

A smile spread across his bloodied face, proving Giotto's suspicions.

Another sigh escaped his lips.

"For someone who hates to fight, you can prove to be quite daring and mischievious when on sugar high." Giotto muttered.

The sound of hurried footsteps and the feeling of sun flames drew a breath of relief from the blond man.

A priest-like man with black, spiky hair appeared with a worried look. One glance at Lampo was all he needed to know the rest of the story as he started to heal him.

Giotto only watch from the sidelines, worried and at the same time baffled at Lampo's mischieviousness.

"Let's go drink some of Asari's tea once we fixed you, okay Lampo? It might help ease your sugar rush a little." Giotto softly murmured at him.

A slight movement of his head was all Giotto needed to see.

'I just hope the maids won't be mad when they had to clean this mess again,' Giotto thought sullenly.