Welcome, one and everyone! Somehow, you've managed to stumble across Tropicalia's new ! GenisxPresea ! story! This will be much better than The Light That Will Show You the Way... Guaranteed! This one is more shiny. See? shine

But before I start, let me introduce my two muses, (Thanks, ObviousMan, for explaining this... and you should read his new collection of small stories, "It's Not What You Think," its uber hilarious! Okay, shameless advertising over..) Willard and Tweek!

Willard:Hiya...

Tropicalia: Well?

Willard:...What?

Tropicalia: Introduce yourself!

Willard: Um, read the full profile on Tropicalia's profile thing-y. But don't steal my catch phrase!

Tropicalia: And that would be..?

Willard: I just got sexy on myself.

Tropicalia: Alrighty then... Tweek, you're up!

Tweek: AGH!

Tropicalia: Um, you okay there?

Tweek: Coffee, coffee, I NEED COFFEE!

Tropicalia: Oh dear lord...

Tweek: You know that little guy off the 4th season of south park that has messed-up, blonde hair? AGH! I'm him!

Tropicalia: Yep! Well, okay, i've wasted enough pixels... it's time to get on with the story!

Willard & Tweek: YAY! (Ni!)

Tropicalia: Oh, wait, disclaimer...

Tweek: Tropicalia doesn't own Tales of... Ni! I mean, Symphonia! AGH! Or Monty Python, or South Park! But, she does own Beck! He's tied to her bedpost!

Tropicalia: I TOLD YOU NOT TO SHARE THAT!

Willard: RUN!

Tweek: This was written by Tropicalia. But you probably knew that by now, huh? 'Fo Sho!

Lonely Children

The group was walking across the long plains to get to Palmacosta, for their Rheairds had broken down... again. Fun. Don't you hate it when things break at the worst possible moments? Ah, whatever. Back to the story.

Raine, for no reason whatsoever, thought that it would be a good time for a picnic. No one wanted to disagree and fall to her bitch-slap of doom, so they consented to the idea.

Lloyd, Raine and Colette decided that they would set up everything whilst Zelos and Sheena would unpack the goods. That left Genis, Regal, and Presea to do the cooking. Joy. Presea is just so interesting when she cooks. Ahem

"Genis, could you pass me the salt?"

"Y-yeah, Presea... here you go..."

...Splash!

"Genis, you dunce..."

"I-I am not a dunce!"

"Do you think it is my fault that your hand trembles so?"

"..."

"Exactly. I am right."

"S-shut up P-Presea!"

"Genis, it is your fault that our Brunswick Stew is now a salty concauction." ((A/N: Sp?))

"Yeah? Well, at least my hair color depicts my personality!"

The two continued to fight when Presea felt a large, comforting hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Regal, in all of his sexiness, and understood the look in his eyes.

"Maybe you two should take a rest. We have traveled long, and you must be the two whom need relaxation the most. I can get Sheena and perhaps Lloyd to assist me, for stews are their specialty." He said, still emitting sexiness all up the joint.

"Yes. I think I shall go rest by that stream." Said Presea, marching twoards the small river which meandered through the plains so easily.

"P-Presea! Wait up!" Take a wild guess at who stuttered that one out...

''Children... I feel sorry for them. Such... Lonely Children...'' Said Regal. Yep. Still sexy.

Tweek: H-Hey, why are you stopping there, man? AGH! Don't leave me hanging like that! Ni!

Tropicalia: Shut up... I'm tired...

Willard: But it is only 8:00...

Tropicalia: I have low blood pressure, I get tired easily... And, Alex is hard to please, that bastard... he kept me going for about an hour...

Tweek: WHAT! You got laid AGAIN? AGH!

Tropicalia: No, you pervert! I was just fixing his computer...

Tweek & Willard: Oh...

Tropicalia: I'l update it tomorrow, I promise. We're having bad thunderstorms right now. I want to finish this, okie?

All: REVIEW!