VALENTINE'S DAY

[sculpted]

[[DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS, ROUTE 29? IT'S GODDAMN VALENTINE'S DAY, THAT'S WHAT IT IS

and what could possibly be more fitting for the most beautiful day of the year than Major Alex Louis fucking Armstrong and his set of absolutely perfectly sculpted muscles?

But you could get that any day of the year! So what's special about today? Why, he's got two friends with him! And he's dazzling so hard that....well, his very words appear to be sparkling!]]

Truly, this is the most beautiful day of the year, friends!

[[Already crying deeply, here's Armstrong himself! But who is with him?

It's Hughes! He glances down at the outfit he's wearing, and then back up at Armstrong.]]

Well, this is certainly interesting!

[[Have a joking flex at the camera. He's laughing too hard to take himself seriously. But at least someone is having fun.]]

I can see why you enjoy this so much, Major! [[Not really. But in the spirit of all things happy, today he can.]] Ah, you know! If I'd dressed like this back home, we might have more than just little Elicia! But Elicia is all I really need in my life.

[[Whipping out a picture. Where does he keep those things? Nobody really knows.]]

JUST LOOK AT THIS ADORABLE LITTLE GIRL...!!

[[However, there's one more to add to the party....]]

Come on, knock it off, Armstrong!

[[It's Isaac!! That said, he's laughing. The happy feelings are infectious, after all!]]

[[SO NOW YOU'VE MET THE CAST. The worst best part? They're all dressed in costumes like THIS!

Where did they get them? Why did they get them? Who really cares? The point is, you're about to faced down by three very manly men (...well, two manly men + Hughes) wearing nothing but tight black pants and a bowtie collar, ready to educate you in the fine art of artistic shirtless flexing.]]


I am simply overwhelmed with the beauty and majesty of you, my friends!

Together, we will display our artisticly trained muscles to the world!

[[YOUR BODIES

THEY

ARE

NOT

READY]]



[[OOC: BASICALLY, COMMENT IN THIS POST AND HAVE THREE FMA-STYLE CHIPPENDALES DANCING AT/WITH YOU AND POTENTIALLY ASSAULTING YOU WITH SPARKLES AND PICTURES OF ADORABLE 3 YEAR OLDS. YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT, LBR.

FEEL FREE TO USE THIS AS A MINGLE POST TOO! EVERYONE IS WELCOME TO COME ANND TALK ABOUT HOW TERRIFYING BEAUTIFUL A SIGHT THIS IS!]]

Comments

[explosivecombat]

...and this, of course, led to the completely logical conclusion that I'll date men.

[determinator]

Well, no, not that on its own. It's difficult to describe, Kimblee.

[Lineface.]

It doesn't help that we are rather close to begin with.

[And you've flirted with him! Yes, it's playing, but still! What else is he supposed to think?]

[explosivecombat]

...of course, Archer.

[...siiiiiiigh. All right, this isn't getting us anywhere, is it.]

You do realize that I'm still willing to keep it that way, then? As far as I'm concerned, nothing has changed.

[determinator]

...Right.

[Things he hadn't thought about...]

Of course. That's fine with me.

[It actually is. Especially considering the alternative; Kimblee could have decided he wanted nothing to do with Archer, after all.]

[explosivecombat]

Excellent - really, Archer, if anything I find it flattering; I see no reason why this should change anything.

[determinator]

[...Well, yes of course it would be flattering. You're on the receiving end! And you're getting genuine caring out of him! Of course you're flattered.]

That's... Thank you, then.

[explosivecombat]

[oh my god you have the biggest ego]

As long as we have an understanding.

[determinator]

[What were you expecting~?]

Of course.

[Wow this... somehow or other didn't turn into a clusterfuck! Thank you, Kimblee, jfc.]

[explosivecombat]

[Blame the happybeams.]

Now, if you don't mind, I believe I have a...companion of mine to pry away from Armstrong, lest he make an even larger idiot of himself than he already has.

[determinator]

[Well, they are responsible for making him act on this in the first place...]

Well, good luck with that.

[And we're back to smirking like a douche!]

[explosivecombat]

Believe me, what with the...

[...the...Armstrong...]

...state of things out there, I'm likely going to need it.

[And with that, he will just be taking his leave; regardless of what he's said, he's not in any great rush to collect Isaac. Isaac can do what he wants, really, as it matters very little in the end; he suspects that today is going to be another of those days in which things happened and no one will ever speak of them again, save for perhaps issuing some sort of public apology over the Gear later.

That doesn't make today any less awkward, though, and if he's going to be honest, getting away from the...whatever it was in that hotel room is Kimblee's first priority.

Going outside, however, is hardly his second.

Commence aimless wandering, then.]

[snapandscoot]

[[Emmy has also taken to wandering around the hotel, rather exhausted after an encounter with the three amigos out there.

.....well, hello there.]]

Also in hiding, Mr Kimblee?

[explosivecombat]

[...hello there indeed!]

Ah, Miss Altava - I take it you ran into the pride of the Amestrian army out there as well.

[snapandscoot]

Friends of yours, Mr Kimblee? You certainly keep interesting company.

[Juuuuuust scooting up to you there, linking arms is suddenly a fantastic idea!]]

But then again, you're a rather interesting fellow!

[explosivecombat]

[...goodness, you're certainly friendly today, aren't you?]

While I wouldn't say they're friends of mine, necessarily, I certainly won't turn down the compliment.

[snapandscoot]

[[Today is just a great day to be overfriendly, okay!!]]

With friends like that, who needs enemies?

[[But she's laughing, happily drumming her fingers against your arm.]]

Do you intend to go back out to them?

[explosivecombat]

[Well, whatever's gotten into Emmy today, her good mood is incredibly infectious; he doesn't laugh, but he's clearly amused regardless, and it isn't long before his hand find hers, fingers resting lightly against the back of her hand; it isn't intended to discourage that motion against his arm, it's simply...establishing a bit more contact, despite the gloves.]

And why would I? My present company is far more enjoyable, after all.

[...holy damn, is her good mood infectious.]

[snapandscoot]

You're such a charmer, Mr Kimblee!

[[But she'd be lying if she said that hand on hers wasn't causing a bit of a heated reaction; a rather strange one, too, since they've walked like this before and she wasn't so....well! So....enthralled by it...]]

I intend to ensure you enjoy yourself~

[[....that was a bit more forward than she'd intended it to sound, but no harm done, right?

...well, alright, that rather come-hither look on her face might not have helped matters. But it seemed like a good idea at the time, really!]]

[explosivecombat]

Mm, is that so~?

[He didn't miss that look, nor is he oblivious to the quick shifts in mood that are taking place here; he's always been highly aware of that sort of thing, and that's in effect even now.

Especially now. He's been overstimulated for the last two days; while he has his reaction to it mostly under control at this point, there's still a sort of energy flooding his system that he can't exactly shake.]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have something in mind.

[snapandscoot]

[[Dammit self we are a lady -]]

That depends on what you're in the mood for, Mr Kimblee.

[[The way her finger is now trailing down your arm is very ladylike, alright]]

But I can think of a few fun things we could do together; need a hint~?

[explosivecombat]

[...you know, he suspects this is in horribly bad taste after having just turned down someone else.

Horribly bad.

Very, very...horribly...

Ask him. if. he cares.]

Well, it would hardly be fair for me to make assumptions about the lady's intentions, would it~?

[snapandscoot]

You're always such a gentleman, Mr Kimblee~

[[The Professor would be so disappointed but you know what? Screw being ladylike. Because you know what sounds like a really good idea right now?

Leaning up (by getting up on the tips of her toes; being short is awesome) and whispering in this handsome gentleman's ear, making sure that her lips brush it ever-so-softly.]]

But you're making me want to be rather unladylike, you know~

[[She's placed her hands on his shoulders to support herself which, of course, means she has to massage them gently. For support. You know how it is.]]

[explosivecombat]

[The increased contact at his shoulders and the feeling of her mouth against his skin gets a soft noise from him, short and vague and oddly deep; he shifts easily to allow that change in position, however, his hands settling on her waist, toying with the fabric of that jacket above her hips.

Emmy is attractive, there's no denying that. The last time he's been with a woman properly was before Ishval.

His voice is quiet when he speaks, though there's a definite intensity behind his words that he can't quite contain.]

Well, there's no harm in indulging that once in a while, is there? It can stay just between us.

[snapandscoot]

Well, I'd rather not be out of a job....

[[That noise makes her smile, and when his hands slide onto her hips that heat returns with a sharp intensity; so sharp it's almost disorientating. She's found Kimblee attractive ever since she met him, but the thought of acting upon it never really crossed her mind. Until now, when it suddenly became the only thing she could think of when she set eyes on him walking down the hotel hallway.

He's obviously up for it; they're both adults, after all. And it's been a while since she let her hair down properly...]]

It can be our...

[[-and a finger will ghost over his lower lip-]]

....little secret, Mr Kimblee~

[[-before it's replaced by her own, her kiss soft and fleeting. Teasing.]]

Your place or mine?

[explosivecombat]

[His breath catches a bit as she speaks, the exhale sharp and jagged; he clearly isn't feeling shy about it, however - if anything, the look in his eyes is implying quite the opposite.

Sharp. Alive. Almost predatory.

He understands how this works; he doesn't try to draw that kiss out any longer than she's willing to hold it, but it's plain that he's going to reciprocate rather willingly later.]

...yours would be best, I think...shall we, then?