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it was not my lips you kissed but my soul [AIM/Comment Log, IN PROGRESS]
Who: Shyna Nera Shyna [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
worldrestorer (HIATUS WHAT'S THAT)] and Alphonse Elric [steelbloodseal]
Where: Mariner High School, an unspecified corridor.
When: Just after Vaati's curses begin to lift, but not everyone is back to normal.
Rating: PG? They're really just two kids with slightly asymmetrical levels of maturity, after all. ♥
Summary: “I do not know how to kiss, or I would kiss you. Where do the noses go?” Shyna and Alphonse get caught under the mistletoe. The fact that one of them technically doesn't have lips to kiss with and that neither of them really know how only makes this more exponentially (and hilariously) awkward.
the log:
Al shuffled a little more than necessary as he made his way down the halls. This was because his brother had shruken to an unbelievable (yet hilarious) size, and while it was actually pretty funny to watch Edward fume over his unfortunate luck, it was even more distressing to think of just how vulnerable the alchemist was. Al could step on him at any moment without even realizing it! And so his metal feet scraped against the floor in a sad attempt to avoid accidentally harming his brother.
He didn't pay any mind to the mistletoe in the halls. He couldn't kiss without lips, so he'd have nothing to worry about, right? Right.
Being a monster hadn't been a lot of fun. Wherever Vaati was now, Shyna'd decided, she was going to... to... something. The appropriate treatment for a guy who ran around turning people into hats and statues and monsters and tiny, tiny sizes doesn't exactly come to mind easily. And carrying around that weird guy hadn't been fun either.
She spotted Al from a good distance off-- it was hard to miss a huge suit of armor. Grinning, the girl picked up her pace, hoping to catch up to Al before calling out, though the light pattering of her feet on the floor was a dead giveaway. Stealth wasn't her strong suit.
Luckily for Al, suit of armors don't exactly show visible signs of being startled other than a pause in walking and a small jump. He waved, calling out a cheery, "Hey Shyna!"
Al failed to notice the plant hanging above his head. Way to go, Al.
Shyna wasn't in a state to notice the plant either-- you spend a lot of time looking up at other people when you're the height she is, but you don't usually look past their heads. Stopping by the boy(?), the messenger responded with a grin that made her all but squint her eyes shut, looking up at him. "Hey! I haven't seen you in a while." Mostly because she'd been a monster for nearly half a week.
Al laughed nervously, scratching the back of his helmet out of habit. "Ah, yeah, I've been having, uh. Quite a week with my brother. He's... well, Vaati's curse has--"
During his explanation, his eyes had rolled upwards while thinking of just how to describe Edward's condition without using the words 'tiny', 'little', or 'short'. It was at this point that Al noticed the mistletoe hanging ominously above. The suit of armor froze as if he had come face to face with an electrical field... which, all things considered, wasn't so far from the truth.
"U-um. Sh... Shyna?" Al pointed upwards and the jolly monstrosity. The effects of the mistletoe wouldn't bother him in the least, but Shyna? Rumors were that the plants would harm anyone unwilling to obey its holiday cheer, and the last thing he wanted was for an innocent girl to be hurt. He raised his hand about halfway up before letting it drop back uselessly to his side. No way he could reach it.
Well shit.
"Oh, yeah." Shyna grimaced-- she could still remember bits and pieces about being a monster, though not all of it. It was hard to retain human thought in a brain that kept wanting to bite people every five minutes. But she remembered seeing a very, very, very small Ed (smaller than her, for once!) facing off against a slightly less dimunitive Kotaro. "I got turned into a monster." Making a face at some privately remembered horror, she blissfully ignored Al's faltering pause... until he pointed up.
Slowly, she tilted her head. "Huh?? Alphonse, what's...?"
Then she, too, looked up. And blinked. "Um. Oh."
The whole idea of the holiday tradition had largely lost its meaning on her, because what was the point, really? It was a weird idea, to be kissing under a plant, and the more she heard about why it was so, the less she was convinced it was something logical people had come up with. But here, there were practical reasons for playing along. She'd heard what happened if you didn't.
There was only one small, tiny, little problem.
And that problem was that the boy she was standing under the mistletoe with had no lips and absolutely no concept how to go about all this. His helmet couldn't change expression, but it was obvious that the boy was VERY flustered; he must have 'cleared his throat' about ten times, he gestured eratically from the mistletoe to himself to all over the damn place.
"A-a-ah. Shyna. I um. You're really great a-and all, but. Oh gosh. I've never. I don't. ERGH!" He let out a pathetic moan and held his helmet in both hands. "Th-this is even worse than Umi and Mona's teasings! Look, Shyna, I... I don't even have..."
Okay, he sort of knew what to do first, and that was to get down on both knees so that he was almost eye-level with Shyna. Okay. Okay. He could do this. It'd all be over soon and Shyna would be alright. He could totally do this.
"Oh gosh I can't do this."
They probably made a funny sight to anyone who was passing by, a little girl and a towering suit of armor twiddling their fingers (so to speak) under a florid-looking bundle of poisonous plants. The ribbon would have been ironic, if Shyna understood irony.
The lack of the necessary anatomy on Al's part, though, wasn't the only problem. Watching Al stammer over his words like that, and then get on his knees of all things, was just plain... odd. Obviously, though, the poor boy was in distress, and obviously, that state of affairs had to change! Messengers of Justice weren't supposed to be throwing people into apparent despair, after all!
"Don't worry about it, Alphonse!" She reached out, patting Al on the shoulder-- or the piece of armor that approximated a shoulder-- lightly. Why she insisted on the full name despite the time they'd known each other, who knew, but the nickname seemed beyond her. "I'm totally fine with it! But, um..." The wings on her hat tilted back a bit, and ruby eyes narrowed in thought.
"How does kissing someone work, exactly?" she asked, in apparent complete honesty.
Al didn't even resist the temptation to facepalm (yes, everyone, the made-up verb is appropriate for such an awkward situation). How the hell would he know how kissing worked?! Other than 'connect lips a to lips b' it was all a science completely beyond him. Given the choice between strategically combining molecules to form hydrocholric acid and kissing, Al would choose the one he was most comfortable with. I'll give you a hint: it's not kissing.
"Erm. W-well... I guess you just... press your lips together? That isn't going to work. I'm so sorry Shyna, I-I don't know what I'm doing and this is all so WEIRD and I didn't want to shock you but now you'll get hurt because I don't have any lips and don't know what the hell I'm doing!"
Al really just wanted to crawl into a hole and die at that moment. He was going to hurt a friend and look like a total awkward goon doing so. Knowing his luck, he was going to blow up another microwave just to make his night THAT sucktacular.
"... You don't?" Shyna frowned. An ordinary person unaware of Al's condition might have asked him to simply take off the helmet-- after all, logically, there was a person under there, right? And Shyna hadn't... quite had Al's situation ever explained to her properly. Actually, she hadn't had his situation explained to her at all.
But she came from a world where crazy gender-bending dudes could cut through buildings in one stroke, so someone who claimed they had no lips when there could have been a perfectly normal person under that clothing just didn't occur to her at all, and she shook her head at Alphonse, the wings on her hat wobbling.
"If I get shocked, you get shocked too, right?" she said, reasonably. "As the Messenger of Justice, I can't let an innocent citizen be harmed just because I sat around doing nothing!" Raising her chin, she tugged the brim of her hat back, at an angle where it wouldn't bump against Al's helmet. Without further ado, she reached for the boy to balance herself, standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss-- or attempt to, assuming he didn't move and skew her aim-- right at the zig-zagging break in the helm that passed for Al's mouth, though she'd never seen it move.
worldrestorer (HIATUS WHAT'S THAT)] and Alphonse Elric [steelbloodseal]Where: Mariner High School, an unspecified corridor.
When: Just after Vaati's curses begin to lift, but not everyone is back to normal.
Rating: PG? They're really just two kids with slightly asymmetrical levels of maturity, after all. ♥
Summary: “I do not know how to kiss, or I would kiss you. Where do the noses go?” Shyna and Alphonse get caught under the mistletoe. The fact that one of them technically doesn't have lips to kiss with and that neither of them really know how only makes this more exponentially (and hilariously) awkward.
the log:
Al shuffled a little more than necessary as he made his way down the halls. This was because his brother had shruken to an unbelievable (yet hilarious) size, and while it was actually pretty funny to watch Edward fume over his unfortunate luck, it was even more distressing to think of just how vulnerable the alchemist was. Al could step on him at any moment without even realizing it! And so his metal feet scraped against the floor in a sad attempt to avoid accidentally harming his brother.
He didn't pay any mind to the mistletoe in the halls. He couldn't kiss without lips, so he'd have nothing to worry about, right? Right.
Being a monster hadn't been a lot of fun. Wherever Vaati was now, Shyna'd decided, she was going to... to... something. The appropriate treatment for a guy who ran around turning people into hats and statues and monsters and tiny, tiny sizes doesn't exactly come to mind easily. And carrying around that weird guy hadn't been fun either.
She spotted Al from a good distance off-- it was hard to miss a huge suit of armor. Grinning, the girl picked up her pace, hoping to catch up to Al before calling out, though the light pattering of her feet on the floor was a dead giveaway. Stealth wasn't her strong suit.
Luckily for Al, suit of armors don't exactly show visible signs of being startled other than a pause in walking and a small jump. He waved, calling out a cheery, "Hey Shyna!"
Al failed to notice the plant hanging above his head. Way to go, Al.
Shyna wasn't in a state to notice the plant either-- you spend a lot of time looking up at other people when you're the height she is, but you don't usually look past their heads. Stopping by the boy(?), the messenger responded with a grin that made her all but squint her eyes shut, looking up at him. "Hey! I haven't seen you in a while." Mostly because she'd been a monster for nearly half a week.
Al laughed nervously, scratching the back of his helmet out of habit. "Ah, yeah, I've been having, uh. Quite a week with my brother. He's... well, Vaati's curse has--"
During his explanation, his eyes had rolled upwards while thinking of just how to describe Edward's condition without using the words 'tiny', 'little', or 'short'. It was at this point that Al noticed the mistletoe hanging ominously above. The suit of armor froze as if he had come face to face with an electrical field... which, all things considered, wasn't so far from the truth.
"U-um. Sh... Shyna?" Al pointed upwards and the jolly monstrosity. The effects of the mistletoe wouldn't bother him in the least, but Shyna? Rumors were that the plants would harm anyone unwilling to obey its holiday cheer, and the last thing he wanted was for an innocent girl to be hurt. He raised his hand about halfway up before letting it drop back uselessly to his side. No way he could reach it.
Well shit.
"Oh, yeah." Shyna grimaced-- she could still remember bits and pieces about being a monster, though not all of it. It was hard to retain human thought in a brain that kept wanting to bite people every five minutes. But she remembered seeing a very, very, very small Ed (smaller than her, for once!) facing off against a slightly less dimunitive Kotaro. "I got turned into a monster." Making a face at some privately remembered horror, she blissfully ignored Al's faltering pause... until he pointed up.
Slowly, she tilted her head. "Huh?? Alphonse, what's...?"
Then she, too, looked up. And blinked. "Um. Oh."
The whole idea of the holiday tradition had largely lost its meaning on her, because what was the point, really? It was a weird idea, to be kissing under a plant, and the more she heard about why it was so, the less she was convinced it was something logical people had come up with. But here, there were practical reasons for playing along. She'd heard what happened if you didn't.
There was only one small, tiny, little problem.
And that problem was that the boy she was standing under the mistletoe with had no lips and absolutely no concept how to go about all this. His helmet couldn't change expression, but it was obvious that the boy was VERY flustered; he must have 'cleared his throat' about ten times, he gestured eratically from the mistletoe to himself to all over the damn place.
"A-a-ah. Shyna. I um. You're really great a-and all, but. Oh gosh. I've never. I don't. ERGH!" He let out a pathetic moan and held his helmet in both hands. "Th-this is even worse than Umi and Mona's teasings! Look, Shyna, I... I don't even have..."
Okay, he sort of knew what to do first, and that was to get down on both knees so that he was almost eye-level with Shyna. Okay. Okay. He could do this. It'd all be over soon and Shyna would be alright. He could totally do this.
"Oh gosh I can't do this."
They probably made a funny sight to anyone who was passing by, a little girl and a towering suit of armor twiddling their fingers (so to speak) under a florid-looking bundle of poisonous plants. The ribbon would have been ironic, if Shyna understood irony.
The lack of the necessary anatomy on Al's part, though, wasn't the only problem. Watching Al stammer over his words like that, and then get on his knees of all things, was just plain... odd. Obviously, though, the poor boy was in distress, and obviously, that state of affairs had to change! Messengers of Justice weren't supposed to be throwing people into apparent despair, after all!
"Don't worry about it, Alphonse!" She reached out, patting Al on the shoulder-- or the piece of armor that approximated a shoulder-- lightly. Why she insisted on the full name despite the time they'd known each other, who knew, but the nickname seemed beyond her. "I'm totally fine with it! But, um..." The wings on her hat tilted back a bit, and ruby eyes narrowed in thought.
"How does kissing someone work, exactly?" she asked, in apparent complete honesty.
Al didn't even resist the temptation to facepalm (yes, everyone, the made-up verb is appropriate for such an awkward situation). How the hell would he know how kissing worked?! Other than 'connect lips a to lips b' it was all a science completely beyond him. Given the choice between strategically combining molecules to form hydrocholric acid and kissing, Al would choose the one he was most comfortable with. I'll give you a hint: it's not kissing.
"Erm. W-well... I guess you just... press your lips together? That isn't going to work. I'm so sorry Shyna, I-I don't know what I'm doing and this is all so WEIRD and I didn't want to shock you but now you'll get hurt because I don't have any lips and don't know what the hell I'm doing!"
Al really just wanted to crawl into a hole and die at that moment. He was going to hurt a friend and look like a total awkward goon doing so. Knowing his luck, he was going to blow up another microwave just to make his night THAT sucktacular.
"... You don't?" Shyna frowned. An ordinary person unaware of Al's condition might have asked him to simply take off the helmet-- after all, logically, there was a person under there, right? And Shyna hadn't... quite had Al's situation ever explained to her properly. Actually, she hadn't had his situation explained to her at all.
But she came from a world where crazy gender-bending dudes could cut through buildings in one stroke, so someone who claimed they had no lips when there could have been a perfectly normal person under that clothing just didn't occur to her at all, and she shook her head at Alphonse, the wings on her hat wobbling.
"If I get shocked, you get shocked too, right?" she said, reasonably. "As the Messenger of Justice, I can't let an innocent citizen be harmed just because I sat around doing nothing!" Raising her chin, she tugged the brim of her hat back, at an angle where it wouldn't bump against Al's helmet. Without further ado, she reached for the boy to balance herself, standing on tiptoe to plant a kiss-- or attempt to, assuming he didn't move and skew her aim-- right at the zig-zagging break in the helm that passed for Al's mouth, though she'd never seen it move.