Oh dear.....(For Lobo)

Truth be told the family of Eliza weren't entirely keen on the occupation that their daughter had chosen, though recently a number of them had come around when they had been shown how well the dancing passion had improved. Indeed they were impressed with her acrobatic displays and beating of the odds, her Mother of course prodded Eliza about the men there. Eliza simply responded as she often did back when she was in England, simply diverting the question.

Though she wasn't entirely sure about what Clyde would think, it was a big journey coming from Japan to the UK after all. But it had been time since Eliza had been, nearly a whole year now perhaps. She would of course depart in the holidays though to visit them. Clyde though seemed interested enough, though that might have been the painkillers talking. The cowboy insisted on doing so after he'd won the title back from Ami, or whoever else became champ in the mean time whoever came first.

Eliza simply smirked and said "Well when you want to go, just be sure to give me a week's notice. You know to sort everything out. Though take it easy for now. You'll get payback on Ami one way or another, I don't normally believe in vengeance. But those pricks bloody warrant it." one thing that could be said about the dancing passion was her elegant and polite nature. But the Takeuchi's warranted these remarks, and Eliza rarely hated. It was earned with them however.

"We'll go as soon as I win back that goddamn title!" Clyde exclaimed as he puffed out his chest and held Eliza by the shoulders with a big stupid grin, only to be shocked when Eliza said 'Pricks'.

"Eliza! You cussed!" Clyde said with a mischievous grin. "I guess I've been rubbin' off on ya lately." He teased before he slowly began to rise from the bed.

"My... Head still hurts... But I don't wanna wait here any longer in this stupid hospital bed... Call me a cab! I'ma goin' back home and tomorrow I'ma go for a rematch!"