"I wasn't meaning it like that kind of cute." Wesson said with his hands covering his face. "Ohhh, there are different kinds of cute now?" Lucia said as she continued to tease him. "Is she cute like Ravyn is, or is she cute like my smile?" Lucia waved her hand under her chin as she said that. Wesson raised his head and looked at Lucia in shock. "No! No! Not like that!" Wesson paused as the associations he would rather avoid appeared in his head. "Oh, for the love of... No! Definitely not like that!" Lucia laughed at his apparent suffering. "What's wrong with her being as cute as my smile?" Wesson closed his eyes and covered his ears. "Agh! No! No! No!" Lucia laughed at his display of torment. "Are you okay?" "No, I'm not okay!" Wesson said as if he had been traumatized. "Why would you do that?" "Do what?" Lucia said nonchalantly. "She is not at all cute in that way." Wesson tried to compose himself in order to better explain. "She is cute, like how kids, and puppies, and kittens are generally cute, as in 'Aww that's so cute.' That kind of cute. Your, uh, 'smile' is a completely different kind of cute." Wesson paused to catch his breath. "Speaking of which, how is it wrong for me to talk about it, but it is completely okay for you to mention it?" "Because, first of all, it's mine to do whatever I please with." Lucia said while placing her hand on her chest. "And second, I was referring to my actual smile; whereas, you were talking about the part of me that makes you smile." "Oh. That's... You weren't... Ohhh." Wesson stuttered. "I, I, I'm just gonna shut up now." "Would you like a side with that foot you're eating?" Lucia asked mockingly. "I hate you." Wesson said as he glared at her. Lucia pushed him on the shoulder. "You do not." She said playfully. "You love me too much." Wesson laughed as he braced himself. "Yeah, I guess I do." He took her hand and kissed it. "But I could never love you too much." "I know." Lucia said as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "And I could never love you enough." Wesson looked into Lucia's eyes. "I don't care. You being here is enough for me." He said as he moved in to kiss her. "Registration for the final qualifier race will be closing in twenty minutes." A frame said as it walked by. "What?" Wesson said as he pulled away. He jumped up to go speak with the frame. Lucia sat there with her eyes still closed as she bit her lip. Breathing a deep sigh of frustration, she opened her eyes and stood up. "Well, there goes that moment." She said as she started walking toward Wesson and the frame. "Yes, I would like to register for the upcoming event." Wesson said to the frame. "Would you mind stating your name, the sparrow you intend to use, and the name of your ghost if applicable?" The frame said as it produced a holographic tablet. "My name is Wesson Llywelyn, I will be using an S-34 Ravensteel, and my ghost's name is Aristotle." He said while the frame entered the information on its tablet. The frame turned the tablet to let Wesson see. "Is the information entered correct?" He scanned over it to check for errors. "No, my name is not spelled L, I, W, E, L, I, N. It is spelled L. L. Y. W. E. L. Y. N. There are three Ls and Ys instead of Is. " The frame pulled the tablet back to correct its mistake. "So sorry." "Wesson. What are you doing?" Lucia said as she walked up behind him. He turned around to see her glaring at him with her arms crossed. "I'm registering for the Sparrow Races." "Uhh. No, you are not." Lucia said in an authoritative voice. "Yes, I am." "Affirmative. Before you..." The frame said. "What? No! Not affirmative, go back!" Wesson said as he turned back to the frame. "Sorry. Would you mind stating your name, the sparrow you intend to use, and the name of your ghost if applicable?" "Seriously? Wesson Llywelyn. S-34 Ravensteel. Aristotle." "Wesson! You are not entering the sparrow races!" Lucia said not changing her tone. "Yes, I am." Wesson said again. "Affirmative. Bef..." "No! No! Go back, and this time show me the information you entered last time!" Wesson said to the frame. "Affirmative." The frame said as it turned the tablet around again. "Is the information entered correct?" Wesson only glanced at it this time. "No. My name is not Cyrus Li, and that is not how you spell my last name." "So sorry." The frame flipped its tablet around again. "Yeah, yeah. Just fix it." "Wesson! You are not entering the sparrow race!" "And why not?" Wesson said as he turned to look at Lucia again. "So sorry, but there are no alternative spellings of (Llywelyn) that do not involve the letter Y." "What? Give me that damn thing!" Wesson said as he snatched the tablet from the frame's hands. "Wesson!" Lucia shouted trying to get his attention. "Why can't I join Lucia? Why?" "Because it's dangerous!" She spread her arms out to emphasize her point. "So? That's never been a problem for me before." Wesson said completely dismissing her concerns. "That's exactly why [u]I[/u] have a problem with it." Lucia said as she tried to reason with him. "Because I know you won't have a problem with something being dangerous." Wesson continued filling out the registration form. "Oh, come on. It'll be just like the time I stole that pike when we were kids." Lucia shuttered as she thought about that moment. "Wesson, that is exactly why I'm worried." "I got us back to the Academy alive and in one piece." Wesson said trying to defend his point. "You wrecked four times, and we eventually had to walk back." "I've improved since then." "That doesn't make me any more comfortable considering that you had zero driving skill that day." "Hey, we had fun didn't we?" Lucia paused for a second. "I wouldn't call being shot at by the House of Winter, fun." "Really, because I seem to recall you laughing and saying that you had 'fun' that day." "Then you must have been cheating on me with some other girl because I can only remember screaming, 'You are an idiot,' the entire time." Lucia said as she tried to keep Wesson from seeing her smile. Wesson laughed. "Yeah, I remember you saying that." He handed the tablet back to the frame. "And, I am joining the sparrow race." Lucia's face went from holding back a smile to anger as soon as he said that. "Damn you Wesson!" The frame looked at the tablet then back at Wesson. "Thank you for registering. Please report to the Traveller's Square Junction, in fifty-two minutes." Table of Contents