sweetest

Don’t mind her—she’s just half-naked, punching at the air and evading a phantom foe in the middle of the park.

       Nobuko can't help but stare, her eyes almost comically wide. She's not sure if she's frightened or fascinated, but either way she can't tear her eyes away. 

                              “ Ah, that book I was telling you about —- do you want                                 me to go grab it for you? “

             The question about the book, at least, distracts her              from her flusterment. "Oh, uh -- if it's not too much              trouble, sure!" 

"Should I put the band aid on your or do you want to do it yourself?"

     "U-Um... I guess you can, if you want! I don't really need a bandaid, though, it's just scrapes. See?" Twisting herself around a bit (not far, seeing as she isn't exactly flexible) she attempted to show the stranger the back of her elbow, which had taken the most of the damage. "See? Barely bleeding!" She was used to this, by now -- if she took a bandaid every time she took a stumble, she'd be covered in them all the time.

          “Your shirt’s cute.” Petty. “Where’d you get it from?”

        Naive as ever, Nobuko takes the stranger's words to heart without a         second thought. "Ah, you think so? I don't really remember where I         got it, it was a while ago. But thank you!" 

               &&. adrian felt like he was going to pass out. His head was    fuzzy and he couldn’t breathe through his nose. His muscles felt like    lead. Great, he was sick and it was most likely because he hasn’t    been taking care of himself. Due to lack of attention — he bumped into    a smaller body, the force knocking him back a step. “—-i am so sorry..”

           Nobuko tripped forward at the bump, and she just barely managed to catch herself before she tumbled face-first into the dirt. "A-Ah..." She spun to look at the stranger, cheeks flushed with surprise, but any frustration she might have held melted away instantly at his apology. "It's really no big deal! Happens all the time!" 

She’s trying very hard not to roast you for your ill-fitting clothing.

    "U-Um... Can I help you...?"

     His logic is this: meetings are lame, and so long as he doesn’t destroy anything, Mustang won’t mind if he puts it off for a few minutes…

     "Well -- alright! I guess that's fair!" She shuffles her feet for a moment, then glances over at the picnic table right nearby. "Do you need me to sit, or would it be easier for me to stay standing?" As much as she doesn't want to point out his height with how sensitive he'd acted about it before, she is a little taller than him (which is really a bizarre phenomenon, since she's 5'1"), so it might be easier if she sits.

"Well, that would be a good idea, but my sister's a really fantastic cook, not to mention a baker... She actually owns the pastry shop I work at... so it would probably be a little redundant..." Sighing, Nobuko took a sip of her soda, then slouched to prop her elbows on the bartop. "I guess I'll figure it out sooner or later..." 

     He grins a huge, gummy grin. “Eheh, you’re pretty weird, yanno?” A pause before absolute horror sets in, making his eyes go wide and his hands scramble frantically around in the air in front of him. “Er, no, wait—I didn’t mean that! N… Not in a bad way, anyway, uh—” Man, he just can’t win today, can he? “Okay, I’m, uh… I really am sorry for hurting your feelings. I guess can be kind of a jerk sometimes… but pigtails are still lame! Why don’t you try a braid instead? Those are much cooler.”

       "Well... I like pigtails, though," Nobuko added, shrugging. "I mean... braids are cool, too, but my hair isn't really long enough for those."