FLYING. BANANAS.

[onewomanarmy]

[what the flying fudge are flying bananas doing here]

[this mask wearing young lady is watching the sky in bewilderment, side-stepping the occasional fruit that falls too close]

Comments

[onewomanarmy]

You keep insisting you're real.

[sparire]

[all the pouting]

Because I am!

[onewomanarmy]

Can you prove it?

[sparire]

... Pinch my cheek?

[onewomanarmy]

[...

...

cautiously pokes his cheek with a cold automail finger '-']

[sparire]

[FLAILING]

AH! IT'S COLD! IT'S COLD!

[onewomanarmy]

[drama queen]

You might be real...

[sparire]

I am real! I'm definitely real! Do you want me to pinch you too!?

[onewomanarmy]

[considers.........]

No. That would involve taking my mask off.

[sparire]

What are you, shy? I can just pinch your hand.

[onewomanarmy]

[gives him a look before holding out her REAL hand]

[sparire]

[I am shaking it instead of pinching it]

Let's be friends, Ran Fan!

[onewomanarmy]

[...............oh what in the PULLING HER HAND BACK! eyes are totally narrowed]

[but she definitely did feel his hand :|a]

You may be real, but I'm not interested.

[sparire]

Awww, it looks like I'm not as popular as I used to be...

[onewomanarmy]

Are you implying that you were popular in the first place?

[sparire]

People like me, usually. When they're not being suspicious of me.

[onewomanarmy]

The suspicion couldn't be helped.