*The Peacock of Pride, was in a park reading a book while eating some candy in a bag intermittently, noticing your presence the boy of neutral and cold expression, softened a little to release a soft smile and after a brief silence he commented.

Mao: "...I see you were late, but that doesn't really matter...I'm glad we'll meet again" he got up from his seat closing his book to give you a small hug while patting your back