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[sixwayheart]

[Action]

[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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[asmilethatkills.livejournal.com]

It's really coming down, isn't it?

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[Hello small boy. She blinks but he's been under the Winry file since she came in, so-] Yeah. Pretty lame, honestly. I was gunna go out today.

[rossovento.livejournal.com]

[ He's been out doing some errands, so he's walkin by with his umbrella... but oh look, a pouty girl pouting. ]

Che. If you hate the weather, go inside.

[herotypical]

[Buffy has actually been out and about today--her umbrella bobbing above her head.]

Heart? [She asks, even though the robogirl is unmistakable. She stops, apparently not caring that she's come to a stand-still in a puddle.]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka's gaze always lingers on Winry's house when he walks past it on the way to work (because fuck that secret dirt path, he's too good for that stuff). So even while getting drenched (because he has yet to invent a manly umbrella), he happens to notice that there's someone at Winry's house that isn't among the usual faces. A new friend? Huh. He waves.]

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[Oh, but the pout dissolves in favor of blank stare when he addresses her. Basic mode takes over and scan... appears to be within age range and thus, protocol-] Do you want to be loved?

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

Hey there, Buff. Nice day we're having isn't it? [Complete with a shrug and them a haphazard little attempt at a smile]

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[And Heart, in turn, waves back at him. Random friendly guy? Maybe]

[markofthewise]

[While getting drenched...]

Hey.

1/?

[rossovento.livejournal.com]

[rossovento.livejournal.com]

[ s-stops in his tracks. what kind of question is that...?! ]

[rossovento.livejournal.com]

Che... What a stupid question...

Done

[rossovento.livejournal.com]

...

Of course. Who doesn't?

[asmilethatkills.livejournal.com]

Ah well...if you really need to go somewhere, I have an umbrella you can use.

[herotypical]

Depends--do yo usually classify downpours as nice?

[She hasn't moved yet.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

The rain makes things kind of dreary, huh?

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I was gunna go out and do something, but bam, rain. [And then an over-dramatic sigh before waving her arms in something probably meant to represent rain coming down.]

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[...Not recognizing.

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

What is your age?

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

Not usually, but then you hear a lot of love stories where the heroine corners her target in the rain or vice-versa, you know? The romantic in me hopes the same thing might happen to me one day.

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

[...Ding. Well then still with the generic flat tone:] Pick my personality: one, two, three, four, five, or six.

[sixwayheart.livejournal.com]

Nah, nah. It's alright. I'm fine, thanks kiddo.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Mm, I wanted to go food shopping. I'm pretty sure we have an umbrella or two lying around. Do you want to join me?

[markofthewise]

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

[rossovento.livejournal.com]

Your personality...?


Five.

[herotypical]

[She moves to take a seat next to Heart, despite the whether.]

Well, in my experience? Rain never means anything good for lovers.