"Mukuro-sama!" yelled Ken from Fran's room. "The kid's doing something weird again."

Mukuro sighed and walked towards Ken's voice. That kid may be a great illusionist in the future, but right now he was a pain.

He walked in to see silvery trails up the walls. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. He saw Ken and Fran in the corner of the room. The kid had a box of snails. What was so good about snails?

Upon closer inspection, he saw that Fran had lined up the snails in a line about thirty centimetres long. But why?

"Apple brat," said Ken. "What the hell are you doing?"

They saw him poke a snail's eye. Its eyestalk retracted into its head. It was sort of funny to watch as the snail bubbled and sucked in its head. Fran was poking them, one-by-one going along the line. He giggled and kept going up and down the line poking the poor snails.

"Fran?" asked Mukuro.

"Yes Pineapple-senpai?"

"How would you like it if I poked your eyes like that?"

The kid shrugged.

"How about we try it?"

Mukuro leant forwards and started poking Fran in the face. "Senpai," he said, calmly and evenly. "Could you please stop poking my eyes? You're hurting me."

Mukuro laughed. Fran never changed.

Please don't ask. I actually have no clue. There were a lot of snails out this morning. R&R