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12:07 PM
"Hey, Bryan."
Bryan Kusnetsov was opposed to anything remotely ridiculous, anything his mind told him was senseless. People called him insane because of the way he fought in bey-battles, but that was sensible insanity, in his opinion. He hated anything that was even the slightest bit pointless. So, what was he doing at the annual Crescent Moon Carnival just outside Moscow right after lunch?
"Bryan."
'Just smile and pretend you're not looking at your watch,' Bryan chanted in his head over and over again, raising his arm to look at his watch. He was dressed in a comfortable lilac sweater and black fur-lined vest, plus hiking boots and a pair of gray work pants. 'Tala said we'd only be here till the fireworks at sunset, which is… FUCK! Six hours from now!'
"Bryan!"
"Oomph!" The falcon fell forward, his face heading straight for the ground. At the last moment, he twisted to the side and managed to get back onto his feet. "What in hell's name was that for!"
"Geez, Mr. Grouch-bag," Ian snorted, raising his hands in mock-surrender. "There is a line, you know." The diminutive Russian blader, dressed in what Bryan had labeled as the-thing-a-fisherman-threw-out, jerked his thumb in the direction of the crowd on the other side of the turnstile. "You've been staring into space for the last five minutes!"
"Tala's going to think you don't want to be here," Spencer said, attempting a horrible imitation of the patented Hiwatari-Ivanov you-are-beneath-me-you-impudent-piece-of-trash-for-I-alone-am-perfection smirk. As if he could actually pull it off, looking some mutated carrot in his orange pants and vertically striped green jacket.
"But I wouldn't want to be anywhere else!" He succeeded in forming a semi-excited smile, before his face clouded over in a menacing mask. "Why the fuck would I want to be in this waste of space? I'd rather be halfway around the world with the BBA or All Starz or any other competent team, training all day. There is absolutely NO point to being in this God-damned shit-hole!"
"What an interesting term for a carnival."
The lilac-haired blader froze over as a firm, pale hand came to rest – and slowly tighten – on his shoulder. There was only one person who could do that to Bryan and not get beaten to a pulp. 'Shit.' He turned around slowly and tried to put on his most winsome smile. "Tala, love… You're back. What did the Chairman want?"
Standing tall and proud in his signature white clothing, Bryan's redheaded wolf chuckled and raised an eyebrow as he put away his cell phone. He tucked the small white phone into a pocket of his thick white ski jacket and placed a hand in the pocket of his form-fitting ivory pants. With nothing but a tight white muscle-shirt underneath, Bryan opined that he looked fit to be tied up and devoured – slowly. "We're off guard duty." He turned to Ian and Spencer. "You two can just go wherever you want. Chairman Dickenson said that there are some people around to observe you. Now, maybe I can take a break from baby-sitting."
"Whatever, Tala," Ian shrugged. "Couldn't help it. Damn but the good old days were fun!"
"And now see where your fun got you. Now get out of here before you aggravate me further." The wolf glared at the shorter boy coldly.
"See you later, lovebirds!" Spencer called over his shoulder as he and Ian took off, snickering into their hands.
Bryan fought the urge to chase and kill, remembering exactly why they, the Demolition Boys, the most ruthless blading team to ever enter a bey stadium, were spending the afternoon at a carnival.
A month ago, at the end of the Finals, the BBA Chairman, Mr. Dickenson, had gained custody over all the children who had been kept by BioVolt. The magnanimous old man had sent the younger ones off to loving families all over the continent; however, the Demolition Boys' case was different. They were now under 'probationary surveillance'. It meant that until more permanent arrangements could be made, the four boys were considered wards of the BBA. Ian and Spencer had participated actively in the torture of the young orphans at BioVolt, and proof was needed to ascertain that they wouldn't cause harm to any families that took the two boys in. Tala's record was mostly clean, since he hadn't ever participated in the tormenting, having deemed it an unnecessary waste of energy. As for Bryan… He'd been even more active than either Ian or Spencer, but for some reason, the authorities couldn't find incriminating evidence of that. The falcon suspected that his quick-minded lover had something to do with it. Now they were at the carnival because an immature brunet, bubbly blond, talkative nerd, sunny tiger, and calculating phoenix had convinced the chairman that the Demolition Boys were in much need of 'amusement'. And what better place was there for amusement than an amusement park?
Bryan had wanted to kill the Blade Breakers. Too bad, he owed them for freeing his team from BioVolt.
"I'm going to ignore what you said earlier, Bry," Tala said, smirking. "The carnival isn't so bad. By the end of the day, I'm sure we'll find something you like."
"Something I like? How about getting out of here? Please, love?" It was worth a shot, begging.
"No."
"Bastard."
"Thank you."
It was going to be a long day.
1:13 PM
"No. I refuse."
'Keep your cool. Keep your cool…' Tala sighed loudly in frustration. Honestly! Bryan could be so stubborn at times. "Come on, Bry. You love guns. This'll put a smile on your face!"
The two boys were standing in front of one of the carnival booths, having an intense argument. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon and Bryan was being difficult.
Tala's falcon glared venomously. "It's stupid and pointless. Those aren't even real guns. Can we just get out of here?"
"Love, come on." Tala paid for two of the rifles and tossed one at Bryan. "With our abilities, this should be easy. Look!" With that, the wolf aimed at one of the moving cardboard duck targets in the back of the booth, waited for just the right moment, fired, and…
Missed.
"What the – ?"
Bryan burst out laughing. "Serves you right, you overconfident jackass! You can't even hit a dumb cardboard target!"
"Really?" One of the redhead's eyebrows shot up. "And I suppose you could do better? After all, you did hold BioVolt's record for most losses against me in a shoot-out."
"Are you saying I can't even hit a stupid plank?"
"Oh? You admit it?"
"That's it!" Bryan savagely tilted the gun in his hand and took aim at the duck-shaped boards. He let loose a barrage of pellets and swiftly shot down eight targets. "Top that, Ivanov. Or can't you beat me?"
Tala saw red. He loved Bryan and would do anything to make him enjoy the carnival, but… "Kusnetsov, you're going down!"
What followed was a direct assault on all the game booths in the entire amusement park. People crowded around to watch the two boys at play.
They put the shooting ranges out of business.
"I got you! Beat that, Tala!"
The Pop-A-Balloon booth keepers ran out of balloons for them to pop.
"Eat dirt, Bryan."
The Soak-a-Bloke 'victim' ran away screaming about merciless boys trying to drown him.
"Hah! You're nothing, wimpy wolf!"
The Man-O-Muscle game's bell went hurtling into the distance.
"Top that, marshmallow-muscles."
The mini-bowling tournament's pins were cracked down the middle.
"Who's the softie now, Tala?"
The goldfish in the Japanese-style fish panning game ran out.
"Admit it. You've lost."
The Ring-Toss booth operator ended up turning into a moving pole.
"The only loser here is you, Tala!"
3:29 PM
"I win, Bry!" Tala crowed, giving the lilac-haired boy a wide smirk as he tossed his latest prize, a huge purple teddy bear, at a small girl in the crowds.
Bad move. The falcon growled in frustration and stalked off.
'I'm an idiot.' Tala slapped himself on the head and took off after Bryan. "Bry, hey, wait up! Damn it! Stop acting like a sore loser!"
That did the trick. Bryan stopped walking and Tala rammed right into his back. "Me, acting like a sore loser! Are you on something, Tala?"
The wolf sighed. Bryan was being difficult again. "No. I'm not. Geez, love! Lighten up. It was only a game – er, couple of games. But you won some too, right?"
"Whatever." Bryan sighed, rubbing his temples as the wolf led him up a ramp and settled him down on a hard chair in what he absently dismissed as a small glass room. "Look, Tala, love. All I want is to get out of here. I just want to spend a nice quiet day doing some training. Is something really wrong with that?"
Tala absentmindedly buckled Bryan into the seat. "You really don't like this place, do you?"
"Am I that obvious?" came the sour reply.
"Let's just get through the day, Bry. I want to take a little break from everything, just for today. Please?" He tilted Bryan's face up, cupping the falcon's jaw gently.
"You want to take a break from me, too? You sure?" Bryan's eyes lowered suggestively. "Maybe we could do something else today…"
Tala's skin became hot as a hand started to slowly trace circles on his thigh. "Not now, you sexually-frustrated moro – NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
The pair had been too preoccupied to notice that, while they had been talking, Tala had gotten them into one of the rides. A ride that had just started up and that seemed designed to smash their bodies into a mushy pile of goop.
"Fuck! Ta – AH! – Tala, you idiot. Your seatbelt!" Bryan ground out as the heavier boy's head collided with his jaw. "You're not strapped in!"
The wolf yelped in pain as Bryan's elbow flew up and hit his stomach. "Jesus! Wha – WHOAAAA!" The ride turned upside-down and Tala slammed into the roof of the ride, his face plastered to the transparent shell. Looking down at the ground a good thirty feet below, seeing the other spheres rising to their level, his eyes widened. "Okay, I have some good news and some bad news."
"What?"
Tala pushed himself off the ceiling and into a kneeling position. "The good news is, I know where we are."
"And that would be?"
Tala grimaced just as the he was flung down onto Bryan's lap. The spinning started again and Tala just barely got into his seat. He and Bryan went spinning around and round, and Tala got the funny impression that Bryan's face was turning a sickening shade of green.
"YEE-OWWWW! Tala, where th'fuck are we?" the falcon snarled, his voice thick with nausea.
"That's the bad news. We're in the Whirlpool."
"I hate you."
As if on cue, the ride went spinning all the way down to the ground.
3:44 PM
Bryan was leaning over a trashcan, puking out everything he'd eaten that day. Tala was leaning backwards on the rails by the carousel, a hand over his head. There were two almost-identical slap-marks on his cheeks.
"Stars… everywhere…" he moaned, trying to stand straight. Before he could manage that feat, he found himself pressed against the railing again.
"Any more stunts like that and you'll be living among those stars." Tala blinked and squinted. Bryan had somehow cloned himself five times in the last few minutes. "Got that?"
"Which Bryan are you?" the wolf asked, wobbling on his feet.
Slap number three.
"Get your head back to normal."
"Hn." Tala relaxed and allowed the programs in his head to run for a while, until finally, he could see straight again. "So… what do you want to do now?" he asked, a smile on his face.
"Do you really want me to punch you this time?" the falcon growled. "I. Want. To. Get. Out. Of. Here. Got it?"
"No. How 'bout going on something less 'lunch-threatening' instead?"
"Like what?" Bryan ground out, folding his arms across his chest.
"We could go on the carousel," Tala suggested turning around and indicating the merry-go-round. A second later, Bryan's knee was just a centimeter away from Tala's groin.
"Scratch that off your list, Einstein, unless you want to become sterile."
"The Ferris Wheel then?"
Just then, a familiar voice caught their ears, from the direction of the aforementioned ride.
"SPENCER! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THAT CONTROL PANEL EARLIER! NOW WE'RE STUCK UP HERE, YOU OAF!"
Tala and Bryan looked at each other for a moment and collapsed onto the ground, laughing their asses off.
"Christ!" Tala gasped. "Those two… Ferris Wheel… Too funny!"
Suddenly, there was a loud growling sound coming from Bryan's stomach.
"Hungry, love?" Tala asked, smirking as he dusted off his pants.
"I just vomited everything I ate today. What do you think!."
4:02 PM
The couple was seated just outside the entrance of the main circus tent, cooling themselves off in the shade of the tent flaps. They were munching on carnival snacks in silence when the falcon chuckled.
"What's so funny?" the redhead asked, taking a sip of his soda.
The falcon stuffed the remains of his hotdog in his mouth and made a face. "Nufink," he said with his mouth full.
"That's disgusting," Tala said with a shudder. "Swallow first." He opened a box of caramel popcorn and popped a few into his mouth.
"Just two more hours and I'm outta here!" Bryan said, leaning close to the redhead's ear. "Hey, when we get back to that house the chairman put us in, wanna have some fun with me? Or… we could leave now and have the place all to ourselves!"
The icy-eyed blader's cheeks bright pink as he swallowed the last of a corndog. He shoved a big cone of cotton candy in Bryan's face. "Eat. Now."
"Geez! The least you could do is – " Bryan froze mid-sentence, tasting the airy, sugary mix. "Didn't know they made banana flavor."
"People come up with all sorts of things these days." Tala turned in the direction of the tent entrance. "Huh?"
There was a little monkey making its way out of the tent. It was only about a foot and a half tall, with caramel brown fur and a long thin tail. It was wearing a long red ringmaster's suit, complete with a miniature whip and tall hat. It's eyes looked big and innocent, with something not-so-sweet underneath.
"Hey there, little guy," Tala said, leaning down and holding out a piece of popcorn. "Want some?"
The monkey made a happy little sound and clambered onto Tala's arm, seizing the sweet snack on the way.
"I think he likes you." Bryan snickered, sticking his tongue out and licking at his cotton candy.
"If Kai ever heard you, he might actually laugh." Tala raised the small primate to eye level. "You look like Tyson. I'd recognize the mischievous face anywhere."
Mid-snort, Bryan cussed. "Aw, fuck!"
"Bry?" Tala turned to see his lover frowning and clawing away at… his beard? "What happened!"
"Stupid candy… Stuck to my face! Mph!" the falcon growled, prying off bits and pieces of the airy puff.
"Just eat it," Tala snickered. "It's a waste to toss it away like that."
"Who cares?" Bryan continued ripping the pieces away, oblivious to the fact that the monkey was eating what fell on the ground. It was too late to do anything when the furry little imp climbed onto his shoulder and pulled at his hair. "YEEEEEEOOOOOW!"
Bryan jumped out of his seat and frantically tried to grab the monkey, trying to silence its screeching little mouth.
"Bryan! Stop moving!" Tala suddenly cried out urgently.
"And let it rip my hair out? Not a chance!"
The poor falcon was suddenly attacked by six more of the little beasts. Apparently, the first monster's screeches were invitations to the rest of the fiendish family.
"GET THEM OFF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
5:11 PM
"It doesn't look bad at all."
'Keep on talking, Tala. I just might decide not to kill you.' Bryan's eyes were glued shut, his face set in a painful grimace, his fists clenched tightly on his lap.
"Bry, just look in the mirror."
The falcon did not want to look in a mirror – ever again. He never wanted to see what a monster he looked like.
"Love, come on. You've got to take a look."
'Never. Never ever!' the lilac-haired teen vowed silently. It was the worst day of his life. He had known that going to the carnival was a huge mistake. Why had he ever gotten himself talked into going?
"…look sexier than ever."
Bryan's eyes snapped open as Tala breathed the words into his ears. His lavender eyes landed on the mirror strategically placed in front of him and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
"What happened to me?" he managed to say at last.
His hair, thick lilac locks reaching his shoulders, just the right length to be tied in a ponytail, had been cut short. It now reached just below his ears, making him look less wild. Some of his forelocks had been cut short and styled. His sideburns, however, had been left alone and the end effect was that he looked extremely… shaggable.
"It is an improvement, is it not, Tala?" a pseudo-French voice commented from behind Bryan.
"It's different," said Tala, nodding almost perfunctorily. "A good kind of different. I'm starting to wonder if Bry's run-in with your monkeys was a bad thing or a good thing, Vasily."
Vasily Saburova, a tall brunet in his early twenties, was the circus performer who owned the little troupe of fiendish monkeys that had attacked Bryan's head. The handler had appeared on the scene just in time to stop the primate attack. Unfortunately, Bryan's hair had gotten stuck in large clumps. Sticky, half melted cotton candy and monkey spit did not make a good combination. It was almost too much of a coincidence that Vasily not only was a monkey trainer, but a hairstylist trained in France as well.
Normally, Bryan would have started swearing about what had happened. Sure, his boyfriend liked the new 'do, but words were only words, right? With his hair shorter, he felt… naked. As Bryan watched Tala and Vasily talking, he felt very, very small and insecure. 'I knew coming here was a bad idea!'
Tala waved goodbye to the performer a few minutes later, leading Bryan off into the main crowd of fair visitors. The falcon had been quiet for too long and Tala was getting worried again. He started to think that their little carnival trip hadn't been a good idea after all.
"Hey, a ruble for your thoughts?" the wolf said, tilting Bryan's face up as they passed a lantern. It was starting to get dark and he wanted a good look at his lover's face. "What's the matter now, Bry?"
"Nothing," came the gruff reply. Tala's falcon wouldn't even look up from the ground.
Tala sighed and dropped his hand. Trying to talk to Bryan when he acted like that was like trying to speak with a wall. Actions did better. The redhead looked at the people laughing all around them, smiling and having fun. A sign caught his eye and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.
"Close your eyes, love," he said, quickly covering Bryan's lids with one hand and leading him to the ticket booth.
"What the hell are you up to now?" Bryan intoned, not really caring. He still felt like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die – but he would never admit that to anyone.
"You'll see." Tala sounded smug and excited at the same time. "Two tickets, please." He seemed to be speaking to the ticket seller.
Bryan remained silent as Tala led him through what seemed like a gate. His hip accidentally bumped into what felt like an iron rail. The ground felt different under his feet, smoother. There were many people laughing and running around, from what he could hear. He allowed Tala to ease him into a tight seat and obediently let himself be buckled in. Only then did the wolf uncover his eyes.
"Bumper cars?" Bryan blinked in surprise, taking in the shiny black car he was seated in. He looked up to find Tala strapping himself into a bright red little vehicle, his long legs actually higher than the steering wheel.
As a horn beeped loudly from a sound system outside the little space and the cars all around Bryan started to move. He jumped in surprise as a smirking Tala rammed right into him.
"Are you just going to take that?" the wolf asked, his smirk widening as he backed up and savagely banged into the falcon again. "Come on, Bry! Show me what you can do!"
For a moment, Bryan just sat there, staring at his suddenly very playful wolf. Reality hit him just then – hard. Everything they'd done that day had been for him. Tala had gone out of his way to help Bryan enjoy the carnival. The games, the rides, the snacks by the circus tent, even the haircut; they had all been Tala's attempts to make Bryan have a good time. 'And I've been nothing but an asshole all day. Gotta make up for it.'
A feral grin appearing on his face, Bryan locked gazes with his partner. "You asked for it!"
They raced around the small quadrangle, ramming straight into other cars with almost ruthless abandon, their chief goal being to meet each other along the way and collide. Before long, the other people in the ride were doing their best to get out of the way. But Tala and Bryan didn't care. This was their way of showing their feelings. This was their way of showing they cared. They hadn't fallen in love at sunset at a beach or in a rose garden at midnight, or even in a little broom closet at an academy; they had fallen in love in the middle of a battle, and it would always be in a battle – any sort of battle – that their love would blaze for all to see.
And so they played, jerking this way and that, ramming into each other like nothing else ever mattered. This was the way thing were, and this was the way they would always be.
5:48 PM
The sun was setting fast and Tala and Bryan were laughing gaily as they strolled around the amusement park. Occasionally, Bryan would pull down Tala's ear and bite down lightly onto the lobe. The wolf, his cheeks turning pinkish with cold and embarrassment, swatted his lover away every time, firmly controlling his urges to ravish the shorter boy in public.
"Almost time to leave," Bryan announced happily, glancing at his watch. "Finally!"
"You still say you didn't like your day?" Tala asked, frowning lightly and pursing his lips as he snaked an arm around the other blader's shoulders.
"Hey, don't do that to those lips of yours if you don't want me to kiss you," the falcon teased, wrapping an arm around Tala's waist. "I didn't hate today. It's just that – What do we have here?" He'd stopped dead in his tracks, his expression becoming dangerously insane as he looked up at the hulking twists, turns, and drops of the Scream Master, the carnival's pride and joy roller coaster. His eyes glinted as he watched the passengers screaming and shrieking as the ride went speeding down a huge drop. "Now why didn't I see this earlier?"
Tala's grip tightened and he tried to lead Bryan away. "Because you were too busy grumbling about this place then to notice. Come on. It's almost time to go. We should head to the exit already."
Bryan slipped out of Tala's arms and grabbed his hand. "Wait. I want to ride it."
"We have to go now," the redhead said adamantly, looking hard at his boyfriend. "It wouldn't be polite to keep our benefactors waiting."
"Oh, quit being a stick in the mud!" Bryan snapped, starting to drag Tala towards the ticket booth. "This is the one thing here I really want to do, and I'm going to do it!" He slapped some bills onto the ticket counter, grabbed the tickets, and hauled Tala up the ramp.
"This is a bad idea," Tala was still protesting. "We're going to be late and we still have to find – "
Bryan's hand flew to Tala's mouth, covering it tightly as he settled himself into a seat and pulled down the safety locks. "What's gotten into you?"
"Mmmmppph!" Bryan let go and the wolf positively shrank under the searching gaze. He mumbled out a barely audible reply.
"Huh?"
Blood rushed to Tala's face, turning his skin as red as his hair. "I'mafraidofrollercoasters!"
"WHAT? Why didn't you say anything soone – WHOA!"
The ride started up so fast that the two teens were practically slammed into their seats, one whooping with joy, the other squeezing his eyes shut in fright. Bryan felt the blood draining out of his hand as Tala grabbed it tightly in a bone-crushing grip.
The chain of coaster cars went spiraling up the tracks, quickly gaining speed. The wind lashed in the riders' faces as they dropped down a steep drop. Bryan screamed happily at the top of his lungs, barely noticing that Tala seemed to be trying his best to squeeze the blood out of his arm. The cars didn't even slow down as they went zipping up a dangerous zigzag part of the tracks, and Tala clutched still tighter on Bryan's limb.
The wolf was shaking in absolute terror, chanting over and over, "…"
Bryan laughed at the sight. Here was Tala Ivanov, ruthless, icy cold team captain of the Demolition Boys, acting like a scared little girl – just because of a roller coaster! "The best part's yet to come, love!" he yelled over the continual noise of the wheels speeding on the metal tracks.
"Tell me when it's over!" Tala moaned, turning and burying his head – a dangerous thing to do on a roller coaster – on Bryan's shoulder.
"Open your eyes!" the schizophrenic falcon hollered, trying to shake Tala off him. "This is GREAT!"
The wolf opened one fearful eye and screamed. Plunging down, the coaster cars were heading for a loop-de-loop. As the air lashed at his pale cheeks, Tala struggled mightily to keep in everything he'd eaten that day. The blood rushed to his head as the ride finally had them upside-down – and stopped. Tala clenched tightly at Bryan's shirt as he eyed the ground several feet below. He wasn't afraid of heights – just hanging upside-down in midair!
A little girl in one of the other cars shrieked as the ride suddenly resumed. Tala felt like his guts were turning inside-out as his body was flipped back to its normal position. Beside him, Bryan was still whooping in utter delight.
"All right! This is the best!" the falcon laughed, quickly punching one hand in the air. "Hey, Tala, keep your eyes open! It's almost over!"
"Thank God!" the wolf breathed as the ride started to slow down. He didn't notice that they were still heading up. He closed his eyes and leaned back his head, discreetly wiping the sweat that had formed on his brow.
Then opened his eyes to a sight that would probably haunt him in his sleep forever.
The carts had stopped to perch precariously at the top of a peak even higher than the first. Tala's eyes bulged as he took in the vertical drop below.
'Shit.' The wolf gulped. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
He felt like his skin was going to be ripped clean off his body as the cold, early evening air whipped against his face like so many white-hot knives. His chest felt like a heavy weight crushing him into his seat.
And suddenly, it was all over. The ride had come to an end and before Tala could properly react, Bryan was hugging him tight and pulling out his battered body from the car.
"This was the best day out I've ever had!" the falcon declared, tightening his grip around Tala's neck and actually giggling into the still-disoriented wolf's shoulder.
"I thought you hated the carnival." Tala held his boyfriend at arms' length and raised an eyebrow. "That's what you said this afternoon."
Bryan snorted and waved his hand in annoyance. "Who cares what I said then? This is now. The only thing that could make this better is finding out that – "
Ian's panic-stricken voice filled the night air. "HEEEEEEEELP! WE'RE STILL STUCK UP HERE!"
Bryan smirked in satisfaction. "That makes the day absolutely perfect now." He looked deep into Tala's eyes.
"What?"
"I was wrong. That didn't make my day perfect." He snaked his hands around Tala's neck and laced his fingers in the wolf's fine red hair. "But I know what will."
As fireworks shot up into the skies above, as Bryan's watch alarm beeped 6:00 PM, Tala looked down into his beloved's shining eyes and smiled as he wrapped his arms about the slim waist. Every inch of the day's annoyance and embarrassment faded away.
Tala and Bryan's lips met in a searing kiss.
The perfect end to the perfect day.
Ciao for now!
R.M.
