ᴋʀᴡʟɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ sᴋɪɴ--ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇᴀʟ

[CrimsonMoon]

(I KNOOOOOW WAAAAAH- xD)

The pilot finishes the song and hums," Whatta ya think Lucy? I good enough to be on Engloo Idol?" He laughs

[Light]

"... it didn't sound terrible," she huffs out, "But I don't think the country of Engloo would appreciate having a Ventus soldier on their Talent show though,"

(Just need to listen to that one artist all day lol)

[CrimsonMoon]

" All their girls would be swooning over me so much that they'd never get a clear shot," he laughs, tossing his head in mock arrogance. He had to admit he liked flirting.... But this mechanic was just too adorable to spoil... Maybe to fluster, yeah, that'd be fun-

" Hey little mechanic,
Stop the goddamn convoy and c'mere
'N' cuddle--"

He crows

[Light]

An indignant cry comes from the front, "A-as---" she cuts herself off before giving into her tongue, "Try harder if you want me to 'swoon'--don't butcher the art of music with lame pick up lines you don't even mean,"

[CrimsonMoon]

"Maybe,
Oooh just maybe,
If you spent some time with me
I could get you to swoon

Maybe,
Oooh just maybe,
Join me this afternoon
in my horribly lyicless cafe-?

He smiles at her through the back window of the truck," I can sing more crappy lyrics if that makes you more likely to get dinner with mwah?"

[Light]

"Actually, they might just make me accidentally swerve and throw you off the truck," she shakes her head, her hands gripping the steering wheel:

"Probably,
Yes! Most likely,
if we shared one more second,
I might split in two

And boy,
this evening I have repairs to do,
and those don't involve you~"

[CrimsonMoon]

He huffs and smiles," Way to show me up~ cute lil mechanic~" he sang the last bit and pats the mech's head:

" If somehow I could convince you
How would I do
If I tried to seduce such a pretty thing as you-?

[Light]

She jerks forward, pressing against the steering wheel, "I'm driving, you oh-so-annoying pilot,"

"Sorry, but no thanks,
if I had give my time to someone,
it wouldn't be a part-time kind of guy,"

[CrimsonMoon]

He laughs and lies down again, holding the machine gun over his chest," Fine, you win, Lucy-Loo," he chirps and sings quietly:
"-A million light years away from me
Straight for the eye of destiny
Reaching the point of tears

Behind the dreams of mastery
Love dies silently
Torn to the flesh as the fire bleeds
Echoes of history

I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Expanding between you and me
Come with the night the science of fighting
The forces of gravity

I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Come with the night the science of fighting
The forces of gravity

I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Expanding between you and me"

[Light]

"Don't call me that..." she mutters under her breath, her chin falling on top of the steering wheel. As they drive through the entrance to the gate of Tamaril, she slows down and heads towards the military base. The streets were busy; and mechs were patrolling down the vast streets as well. There were more soldiers than civilians in the border city, the dark uniforms to be seen everywhere.

[CrimsonMoon]

He cocks his gun, almost inmediately falling into some kind of odd blank mask of a soldier. He sits up, making sure the gun was in full view... He meant buisness

[Light]

The mech Crimson was sitting on attracted a lot of eyes, as they get closer to the base, a few fingers and gestures were made, and the mechanic seemed to have straightened into a rigid posture in her seat as well.

Word had gotten around that there was a pilot for the new mech--and it wasn't the general.

The truck lurches to a stop once it reaches the hangar, and she climbs out of the vehicle on unsteady legs.

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson pats the mech's chest, jumpin out and smiling,"... Come on Nuke baby,"

[Light]

It slowly sits up from the truck as if waking up from sleep. It beeps, and moves off of the platform it was seated on, and onto the floor of the hangar, falling down on it with a loud clamor. The mechanic bustles to the mechs injured leg with a cart of tools she had taken from a nearby mech, and started working.

[CrimsonMoon]

Crimson falls to his knees next to the mecha's body and strokesthe sleek metal," You're home, little brother," he whispers, glancing at Lucy

[Light]

A low beeps comes from it, this time, the mech trying to not be too loud in the populated space. The mechanic moved side to side, her arms buried elbow deep in wires. Looking up, her lips turn down, "What? Your making me nervous,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Don't f*ck up my, nuke baby... Please," he whispers, pressing his forehead against the meadow despite his achining back

[Light]

"I built him--it's me that should be telling you not to wreck him," Lucy takes one hand out and grabs a tweezer-like tool. "Go away--get those burns checked up, and grab a shirt. Your presence is keeping some people who wish to speak to me away with your appearance,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Suitors- tell them i'll squash 'em if they touch you," he frowns and moves away toward the base, frowning slightly

[Light]

"Why do you say that..." she hisses, poking her head back down in the machine.

The base wasn't at all quiet with the refugees swarming in, officers going left and right.