Now the man boy was running through the fountain. Byron thought he looked a little familiar but to be honest he didn't see as well with his glasses as he did with his contacts. He squinted a little as the man drew a little closer as he cartwheeled through the water. It was then he noticed the flash of stripes around his waist. Byron tried to hide the sudden surge in anger as he realized who it was. God damn it. Such a complete lack of respect and really what had he done to deserve it? He didn't fuck him. "What a fucking jerk," Byron said a little louder than he had intended.