Finn stared at Chestelle with the utter sadness of a man who wanted to clock out—not from work, but from existence.
But alas, life kept punching the clock for him.
"Hehe… not really," Finn chuckled, forcing optimism into his voice like a used-up daycare worker. "Nothing will change. You'll just be… you know, registered. On paper. So everyone knows who you're with and what party you belong to."
Chestelle's eyes lit up. "So everyone will know I belong to you?!"
"Uh…" Finn glanced at the receptionist, who immediately shot him a 'Don't you drag me into this circus' look.
He bit his lip. 'Damn it…'
"No," he replied reluctantly. "But they'll know who you're with."
"So… belong to."
Finn sighed in defeat. "…Whatever you wanna believe."
Chestelle threw her fists in the air and jumped with glee. "Hooray!"
