Bloodbane > Balthier
"Wait. So, you were bored", Kyosuke muttered with a raised eyebrow.
Excellen let out an innocent smile, leaning her head a bit back. "You could say that. And entertainment is a big deal for me."
The young pilot sighed in annoyance at his partner. "I guess that's as good an excuse as any. But what about the repair costs we'll have to pay?"
"Oh, Kyosuke, don't be silly! The ATX team managers can cover that, and I have an alibi," Excellen giggled. It was hard to say if she was being light-hearted or downright cynical - but that's part of how she rolls, Kyosuke thought while facepalming at Excellen's apparent obliviousness.
The Beowulf breathed deeply, and assumed a more frank stance, gazing at his lover's eyes intently. "Okay. I'd understand if you got Balthier and Bloodbane into a giant robot fight. That'd be brutal, but manageable. I'd understand if you got them into a Dance Dance Revolution match. It wouldn't even be that bad. But... what in hell makes anyone think that a DDR marathon in giant robots is a good idea!?"
"Oh, it's a terrible idea, I agree," the young blonde snickered. "But really, you can't argue it wasn't entertaining. Plus, they just destroyed Tokyo and some Shining Force town nobody cares about, it's not like something important was crushed in that."
Kyosuke finally gave in, sighing and scratching his head. "Well, I guess you're right. Who would've thought Bloodbane could have gotten Paranoia at a SSS+ with a Grungust, anyway?"
Excellen nodded, crossing her legs, and concluded: "I knew he had it all along, actually. But Balthier probably learned the hard way why Fairlions aren't great dancers. I hope he can breathe underwater, people said the Caribbean seas are quite dangerous at this time of the year."