The Breeze in Your Hair and the Sand Between Your Feet

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Who: Open to FMA crew + Haruhi, and Sokka (Later on?)
What: Beach party + Camping/Sailing for the teens
When: 16 (Start) → 20 (Return for the teens)
Where: Beach!
Summary: An outing to the beach!
Rating: PG-13 (Shouldn't get worse than that, though?)

While Ed is cooperating and the weather is pleasant a decision is made to go to the beach and have some fun! This will work similar to a mass action log, and y'all can create and reply to threads as you see fit.

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[godbent]

[She lounges a little, folding her arms behind her head (which gianaxes her a little but hey, you aren't going to notice anyway) and she turns her head a bit to him with-]

Winry looks hot today, right?

[automailed]

[JKSJAHFSDJKFHDSKF INSTANT BRAINBREAK]

Wh- wh- what!? N-no she doesn't!

[godbent]

Does too. [Now turning with DEAD SERIOUS face. This is a big deal!!]

[automailed]

[ffff WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO HIM]

It doesn't have anything to do with me!

[godbent]

Really? Well it has everything to do with me!

[With a little smug smirk]

[automailed]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[This girl is seriously the most confusing person ever.]

[godbent]

[Well apart from the girlfriend thing that she's still dodging the topic of for now as per Winry's wishes]

I made that swimsuit for her.

[automailed]

G... good for you. [Is he supposed to thank you for it? m-maybe he should]

[godbent]

Mmhm. And as such-

[She turns to jab a finger right in his face, smirking]

You owe me a gawker's fee.

[automailed]

[This is like a neverending stream of brain keysmash.]

I wasn't gawking at anything!!

[godbent]

Were too! Now cough up!

[And her finger jabs! into his chest, that is]

[automailed]

Cough what up? It's not like there's money in this place. [He bats her finger away with his non-automail hand. Be more upfront about what you want, lady.]

[godbent]

Come on, you can be more creative than that. Think of something! [She retracts the hand, but still is all up in his face]

[automailed]

I'm already making you a boat, what more do you want from me?

[godbent]

Your freedom!

[With a totally straight face. Because an idea just came to her]

[automailed]

...What? [THAT'S THE DUMBEST THING-]

[godbent]

Namely, you'll be my servant monkey! Just for one night!

[automailed]

No way! Why the hell would I agree to that!?

[godbent]

Because I gave you a sight to behold, because you're whipped, and because I'm going to hold you to it even if you foolishly try to refute me!

[And she leans back now, smirking]

I'll be sure to listen to all of your objections after that night is finished!

[automailed]

[...There is something wrong with this girl.]

There's no way I'm going to follow any orders from you.

[godbent]

Yes you will.

[Flatly.]

[automailed]

I'm pretty sure I won't.

[godbent]

Positive you will.

[She backs off though, just... relaxes into a seat next to him]

[automailed]

So what makes you so sure, exactly?

[And where the hell is this even coming from?]

[godbent]

I dunno. ...I guess it's just easier to be sure.

[Which... isn't even about bossing him around anymore, and her tone ends up a little sobered. sigh]