Soaring High!

Something has happened. Falkner can sense something terrible has happened and he can’t seem to put his finger on it. The minute he realizes that the girl with a similar love for flying has been brought to his attention he stiffens.

"G-Good morning Winona…" He mutters, carefully observing what plate of food that she was bringing towards him. In retaliation he almost shrieked like a little girl when it was presented it to him. 

Most people wouldn’t see what the big deal was, it was only a plate of Bacon, Toast, and eggs.

Eggs…

EGGS…

There was the problem, and if anyone knew Falkner very well it was that he loved birds. This was insulting, he felt like he was going to puke. Vomit. Throw up. He whines in dismay, trying to collect himself before he could possibly embarrass himself any further.

"Anything I could get you? Bacon? Pancakes? Eggs?" For a short while, the purple-haired girl forgot his extreme love of birds and probably had offended him to the highest level. Oh well, she'll find that out later.

It’s amusing how angry she got over tiny jabs like that. A funny girl, she was. ”I’ll only stop if you stop calling me piss face, you Wine-tin-tin,” he says, noogie-ing her harder than before. However, as if in agreement to what she’d said, he doesn’t speak any more poetry. A man’s gotta know his own faults, after all.

"Yeah our task is finished, and it was way too tiring for my small self I think I'm gonna na--" Cook, for Volkner? Winona shot a glare at him, about to pounce and attack him. Where does he get all these HILARIOUS thoughts, she will never know.

Volkner lets out a sound of surprise when the poem he’d written gets crumpled in Winona’s hands. He’s still grinning, however, even as it sails across the trailer and hits the sink - heaving himself up, Volkner lets go of her ankle and stands up instead.

The trailer is a bit cramped. When he stands, Winona comes up short to his shoulders. Kind of cute, as much as he’d never admit it. Short kids are cute. “Did you just call me piss face? You want another poem?” he asks, clearing his throat. “You’re so demanding! Okay, but you’d better like this one.”

A pause. “Dearest Winona, your face reminds me of a glass of wine, so red and white in the wrong places, and you make me want to align, with your talent of … having no graces.”

At least it had rhymed this time, but clearly Volkner lacks any sense of poeticism. He grins at her, easygoing and relaxed. 

"Okay, that was mean," he admits quickly, leaning back on the trailer wall, "You do have a few graces. Like … your height is pretty cute, y’know? How is it that you haven’t grown an inch since we last met?"

"Yes I called you pi-- Dear god no stop, please, no more poems." But it was too late, he was already saying what came from the top of his head. She was too late, she couldn't save herself from any crappy "poems" that came out of his mouth. 

Ouch, Volkner, her poem wasn't THAT mean. It's not like she cared, anyways. "I'll think up something so incredibly awful you'll wish that you never wrote that, nerd."

"Tch, my height is NOT cute! Shut up!" Being called cute by piss-face is the last thing she would ever want in her life ever.

Volkner laughs loudly as he catches the card. Hair reminded her of piss? What kind of romantic poem is this? Reaching forward, he grabs Winona by the ankle before she walks away completely - and stuffs his face into his pillow. “Wait, Wi-Wi,” he says with a muffled voice, reaching for a pencil with his other arm. “Let me fix this.”

Beneath the poem that Winona had written, he begins to write a little thing of his own, reading aloud as he writes.

"Winona,

Your breath is like fart, You look like a tart, You are quite funny, But just your face, And you’re as curveless as an iron board.

— Volkner”

Nope. She wasn't successful, he has her captive. Someone, please, send help.

"Piss face, I'm going to beat you up--" Even if she wasn't allowed to do that, she's get a picture and tie it to a pillow and then punch it into oblivion. Winona snatched the paper, crumpling it up and throwing it across the trailer. It was worthless for her, she wanted it gone.

"I’m RIGHT HERE, Wi-Wi," he says, bouncing a pillow off his face. "You don’t have to yell. Like, we’re literally five steps apart."

Living with Winona didn’t seem too bad, to be totally honest. The girl was brash, but she wasn’t obnoxious. She wasn’t cute either, but he could deal with that. It was only a few weeks, after all. His pajama pants slip down his hips and his hair is mussed; it’s clear he doesn’t particularly care of his appearance in front of her.

"........" She didn't want to admit she made it for HIM, after all, it was just for the show. "It's not for YOU. It's for the dumb show. I have to read you this poem, uhh, full of love n' shit."

Winona tried her very best to make it as least love-y dove-y as possible, or else her eyes would melt out of her skull. Obvious exaggeration, but it hurt her to even look at the dumb thing. "If you make fun of me I'll break your arm... umm...

Volknerd,

You're okay I guess Just kidding, no, I lied. Your hair reminds me of piss I have to fill this dumb thing with love, So I guess I'll have to compliment you Your clothes aren't TOO trashy, But you're way too flashy. Something cute are bunnies, puppies and more, That's it, I'm done, Oh wait one more thing,  I hate you and Steven, WITH PASSIONATE UNDYING HATE  LOVE,

--Winona."

Volkner leans over Winona. The girl is small - barely 5’4”, really - and he finds himself looking down at her feminine frame. He scowls at her.

"I’d be the best goddamn husband you’ve ever seen." And he sounds uncharacteristically serious. Perhaps it was the domestic side of Volkner that bit the hook; he would have never admitted it up front, but from time to time he’d had thoughts about living in a tiny house with a tiny wife and kids. A life like that, simple and generous, didn’t seem too bad.

So he grabs Winona by the wrist. “I have a cuter wife back at home,” he says, nose wrinkling just the slightest, “But for the purposes of this TV show, you better believe we’re stuck together. Didn’t the show say something about housing?”

Of course, Winona didn't care much about marriage since it wasn't her top priority, but why this?! "Someone please help, I'm being taken away against my will...." she said that quietly, though, because she wouldn't get the man arrested. That's a bit too far.

"If you have a wife, why did you even participate in this dumb show?! I would rather not be here-- Let go of me! Volknerrrr!!" No matter how much she resisted, he obviously wasn't going to let her escape this one. Poor Winona, this has to be one of the worst days of her life.

"NO! I was totally here first!" he says, a good-natured grin slinging onto his face. "We haven’t seen each other in ages, Winona, why are you being so mean already? You whine-ona so much. Haha, get it?”

The blond pauses, glancing again at the clock tower. Syo should have arrived by now, honestly - Volkner feels just a tad antsy at the thought. Perhaps he’d gotten lost on the way?

The clock tower begins to chime, and with sudden realization, he stares at Winona. The clock had already rung. She was here in front of him. She was also looking for a date. Despite every fibre of his being shouting against it, there only seemed to be one feasible conclusion.

The last person Winona would want to see is him, so she tried to keep a calm tone around so her 'date' wouldn't randomly appear and be terrified of her. "It's a good thing we haven't seen each other in ages, Volknerd, because I can assure you I really did not want to see your face today." 

Winona forced a smile, trying to be somewhat friendly to the pest. It was a difficult task for the poor girl, but it had to be done. Her eyes kept looking up at the clock; it's way overdue that her husband would be here! 

Volkner stands in front of the clock tower, a smile toying on his face. It’s nearly time for he and his partner to meet.

Syo! The one he’d signed up with was Syo. Surely Syo would have signed up as well and they’d be able to get an episode on We Got Married. Or, actually, he didn’t even care about the tv show - just that he and Syo would be able to be together for a whole two weeks.

He keeps his hands tucked in his pockets as he whistles briefly. Just the thought of Syo made him happy. What a goof. With a glance up at the clock tower, he waits patiently, his fingers drumming on the inside of his jean pockets. At the sound of a rustle, he turns his head - 

Wait, who is that.

"Oh my god," he mouths visibly as the figure approaches. It doesn’t take him long to recognize the other’s curvy frame, her cropped lavender hair, her fiery blue eyes. Not that he would have minded seeing her at any other occasion (she was quite fun to tease), but - in front of the rendezvous location - no, no, no, this couldn’t be -

Blue eyes looked up at the tower, this must've been the place; Winona wasn't quite used to this city. She looked around for the man, or woman, she had to be stuck with for the next two weeks.

Wait... why was he here. There was no possible way on earth, unless the high flying god hates her, that Volkner would be her 'husband.' Was that what she had to call him? Winona walked over slowly to him, already impatient with anything of what he had to say.