I suppose that it is entirely possible he did it just to annoy me. But it seems more the type of thing that Schuldig would do. Not that Nagi is a bundle of sweetness and light but he is in general not concerned with my existence at all and cannot be bothered to pay enough attention to me to annoy me.
Which makes me suspect that he snapped. It is a lot of pressure on a fifteen year old to be an assassin, bodyguard and still be expected to keep his grades up to a very high standard.
I found him this morning, sitting in the middle of the table, surrounded by the remains of a box of breakfast cereal concentrating very hard on bending a spoon. He was using his telekinetic powers to turn a very nice silver spoon into a coil of twisted metal.
Upon succeeding he put the spoon into a pile with the others and took out a new one.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I ran out of change," he said as though that explains everything. Then he pointed to a long row of coins, bent neatly in half at ninety degree angles and set on their round edges so that they rocked back in forth when he moved.
I found myself rather impressed by the degree of control he had over his powers. It's one thing to fling people and objects around and quite another to bend metal into a specific shape using only your mind.
Then I heard the sound of the blender. Farfarello soon emerged from the kitchen carrying the pitcher from the blender. It was full of a thick substance that smelled like fruit and chocolate.
Nagi handed him a butter knife that had been bent into the shape of a heart.
"Knife!" he said happily tucking it into a pocket.
"Where are you taking the blender?" I asked. "To Schu, then I'm gonna pour it on him, then…" Farfarello just smiled. I suddenly had a vision of the future and groaned. That wasn't really something I needed to see in the morning.
I was, at that point, officially the only sane member of Schwarz. Which I found to be rather sad considering the dubious nature of my sanity. I decided to celebrate my new status as the 'Sane Person' by having a cup of coffee. I walked my way through the remains of the cereal into the kitchen and discovered that the coffeemaker was missing and the can off coffee had been blown in half.
So I, of course, did the only thing a sane man in my position could do. I cradled the two pieces of the coffee can in my arms, sat down in the middle of the kitchen floor amid the cornflakes and coffee grounds and cried.
Which makes me suspect that he snapped. It is a lot of pressure on a fifteen year old to be an assassin, bodyguard and still be expected to keep his grades up to a very high standard.
I found him this morning, sitting in the middle of the table, surrounded by the remains of a box of breakfast cereal concentrating very hard on bending a spoon. He was using his telekinetic powers to turn a very nice silver spoon into a coil of twisted metal.
Upon succeeding he put the spoon into a pile with the others and took out a new one.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I ran out of change," he said as though that explains everything. Then he pointed to a long row of coins, bent neatly in half at ninety degree angles and set on their round edges so that they rocked back in forth when he moved.
I found myself rather impressed by the degree of control he had over his powers. It's one thing to fling people and objects around and quite another to bend metal into a specific shape using only your mind.
Then I heard the sound of the blender. Farfarello soon emerged from the kitchen carrying the pitcher from the blender. It was full of a thick substance that smelled like fruit and chocolate.
Nagi handed him a butter knife that had been bent into the shape of a heart.
"Knife!" he said happily tucking it into a pocket.
"Where are you taking the blender?" I asked. "To Schu, then I'm gonna pour it on him, then…" Farfarello just smiled. I suddenly had a vision of the future and groaned. That wasn't really something I needed to see in the morning.
I was, at that point, officially the only sane member of Schwarz. Which I found to be rather sad considering the dubious nature of my sanity. I decided to celebrate my new status as the 'Sane Person' by having a cup of coffee. I walked my way through the remains of the cereal into the kitchen and discovered that the coffeemaker was missing and the can off coffee had been blown in half.
So I, of course, did the only thing a sane man in my position could do. I cradled the two pieces of the coffee can in my arms, sat down in the middle of the kitchen floor amid the cornflakes and coffee grounds and cried.