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[sixwayheart]

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[Heart has been staying at House #23 (Winry/Alphonse/Selim/Edward) for a while now. Winry asked her to come after Lilly disappeared. She didn't have much more to bring over or anything, so she's just been hanging around her. As mode 3 has been active most of the time she's been in high enough spirits, but she's not sure how to repay them. She was considering going shopping today, but... well, it's raining.

With a sigh, she sits down on the porch of the house, looking up at the sky.]

This totally sucks.

[Anyone and everyone is free to run into her on said porch, of course. She's not sure what to do with herself seeing as how she can't exercise or anything like this, so she's settle to eating an apple here and staring up at the sky. Jeez, she feels so useless right now, siiigh]

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[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[...Not recognizing.

...Age seems to be within parameters but might be too low so:]

What is your age?

[markofthewise]

Uh, sixteen. How old are you? [Seems an odd way to have a conversation, but okay.]

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[...PROCESSING. and then without blinking and still monotone:] Do you want to be loved?

[markofthewise]

[A brief moment of staring in the rain. What an odd question. But then... it's probably some kind of test.]

Well generally it's human nature for people to want to be loved. A feeling of acceptance and need is very important to a person's mental stability. If you don't have those, you end up going crazy like Azula, because nobody loves her. So in effect, yes. Yes I do want to be loved. And I am loved, by several people. Sometimes I have more of it than I know what to do with.

/LATE

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[...Well then, on to the next question!] Pick my personality: one, two, three, four, five, or six.

Re: /LATE

[markofthewise]

[Okay... that's weird. Well, in situations like this, it's always best to be yourself.] Which one is your real personality?

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[...BLANK STARE. They all are "real" and what's more she can't talk right now]

[markofthewise]

[After waiting for a response long enough, he gives in.]

Fine. Whatever one works.

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[ >one

PROCESSING...

And then a ping - well not a real ping but her expressions changes so dramatically it might as well be. She slowly but firmly gets to her feet and smiles at him] Sorry about that confusion. I'm Heart, but you can call me whatever you like.

[markofthewise]

That was pretty weird, not going to lie to you. Why do I have to pick your personality?

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

It's just one of those things, you know? Like how you're supposed to make your bed or fold your clothes and use and umbrella when it rain- [...wait] Speaking of, you don't seem to have one.

[markofthewise]

[But he never makes his bed... or folds his clothes. What's the point?] It's not that much rain. I'll be fine.

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't be like that, I'm sure we have one in here. Just wait a moment, I'll find you one. [Getting up, she's now going to start to open the door to the house...]

[markofthewise]

You really don't have to do that... [But he's following anyway.] Do you live here?

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

Just for a while now. Winry was a dear and offered me a place to stay. [...But wait. Maybe it would be rude to take one of the umbrellas from here in that case. ...Oh well might as well check if there is one or not]

[markofthewise]

["A dear?"] ... say, how old are you Heart?

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[Turn and-] It's a bit impolite to ask a woman her age, you know.

[Not that she sounds offended. Or even that annoyed, it's more of a "I am correcting you for your own good" sort of thing]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka frowns at that.] You just look about my age. [But... don't act it.]

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

A lady's got to be allowed a secret or two, right? Just go on thinking that I'm your age though if it helps. [And then a cheerful little hum before she turns back to looking through this side closet for coats and such-] You might just be right, after all.

[markofthewise]

Of course. A lady. [Still standing out in the rain though.] By the way, my name is Sokka. Sokka Thunderaxe.

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[...Hmm.] Well then, Sokka Thunderaxe, come on inside. Water conducts electricity after and you might shock someone.

[/lame joke]

[markofthewise]

[He laughs anyway as he comes in.]

It would probably give someone quite a jolt.

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[And that makes her laugh. Or maybe she just laughs because it's Sokka? Either way, she laughs before keeping up with the rummaging and-]

That was funny. [A similarly lame compliment]

[markofthewise]

[He finishes laughing and wipes an imaginary tear from his eye.] That? That was nothing. I've got a million of them.

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

Really? If you don't mind, I'd love to hear more of them. [...But even as she says that she frowns a little. There doesn't seem to be more than one umbrella here and she can't very well give out the only one...]