sixwayheart | x12a(u)

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[Today, Luceti, there is an unfamiliar boy lurking around town. Technically, he has a place to go but... he's restless a little still so he's aimlessly lurking around the square. Not that he won't jump at the chance to see people he knows or to meet new people if they should wish to talk with him but... yeah. This fellow is just hanging around thw square, maybe sipping on a soda and generally looking tall, slightly pale, and handsome.

Please do walk by or harass him if you so please. You ~~might not~~ probably won't regret it

See HERE for intel on what's up with Heart. I'll be tagging with

extraheart and such.

EDIT: ALSO! Important! Because Heart relies on visual recognition for users, if your character looks drastically different than normal (GendBend, radical age alteration (usually backwards honestly) changing species, etc) physically it is possible that Heart might not recognize them as a user or will need to re-add them. Also if your changed character becomes a use she won't recognize them when they're back to normal... not that I have a problem with doing either! Just for a forewarning you might need to go through the user-claims process twice.]

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Right, lesson number one--and I'm speaking from experience--is that the grave is no place for Play-Doh. Just kinda messy and it has that weird smell and...sure, grave's aren't the tidiest places to begin with but there are certain standards involved.

[And then it hits her like a brick that she is, once again, speaking casually about the grave. But there is less urgency involved. Another gut feeling tells her that Heart--in the past--has rarely been flummoxed by her often dark and inappropriate humour. So she barrels through another smirk and acquiesces.] Give me a hint. Where's good to treat someone to, around here?

Experience? I gotta say, Buff, the the cemetery's a hell've a place for a preschool trip. What, you have the Cryptkeeper as your Den Father or something? [He snorts at that.

But then he... isn't sure if Seventh Heaven is open, and Kat's Kradle has been on the fritz a little so... he points at the grocery]

Papa Wing's Do-it-yourselfers. Always a good bet for getting your grub going; they even have blenders and an icebox if you're gunna on smoothies.

[More like she has the Cryptkeeper as an ex-boyfriend and a stuffy Brit as a den father. But she just smiles and nods and goes through the motions.] I'm pretty sure we're both eons beyond pre-school, Heart.

[Odd. A comfy, bantertastic rhythm has emerged. And so far, no sudden surprises like with McCoy or Sparrow. That is a definite plus.] Oh, and is that a somewhat not-subtle hint that you are, in fact, after smoothies? 'Cause I think I saw a blender in the bar. The bar that I apparently now work at. Go figure.

[He snorts at that, waving a hand to concede, okay, she gets that one. For now. But as for the second part-]

Well, might be a bit early for the bar, but hey, who am I to pass up the cutest barmaid this side of Luceti? If you're up for serving up some smoothies and treating? Hey, I'm more than there.

I guess we should probably hit up the shop for some fruit. And maybe chocolate.

[...Her uncertainty is rapidly being replaced by the prospect of distracting deliciousness.]

Hey, you're the one cooking; I'll settle for being the one to carry. [He waves an arm in that direction, smiling and such] Your ingredients await, oh fair chef.

[Oh, goodness. Thank you for pointing out the way, Heart. Otherwise she would be vaguely lost and would have to ask for help and that wouldn't be pretty. Buffy--getting used to smiling--follows in that direction.]

You're way too trusting. You know, I think I've actually managed to ruin juice from concentrate, before?

Hey, maybe I just figure if I die I'll haunt you for the rest of my time here. I might get to see a side of you I couldn't when I'm stuck in the body, you know?

[Mind you, that is even more obviously a joke than the others before now. Buffy and him both know... well, robot]

The boring side that spends way too long on teeth-brushing, you mean?

[A gentle retort in exchange for Heart's joke. But...really? Buffy couldn't remember the robot bit. She could remember that there was a bit she should be remembering. But the specifics eluded her.

She steps into the shop.]

You could be hiding fangs in there for all I know, Buff. I've yet to explore the inner workings of your mouth.

[And he just follows, all smiles]

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