TWENTY-ONE : Dancing in the DMZ

[wristsniper]

[After a more than a week of R&R courtesy of Eirin, Pyro, Yuugi's party, and brawls with Jecht and Zevran, Olivier is back in action. And that means business.

She's been thinking on things, on America's street patrol-cum-militia, and she's got an idea.]

[Filtered to America and Ky]How serious are you about defending this town's captives? I think

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[hop_toit_udonge]

... I may have something.

[wristsniper]

...I should have known you would, Eirin.

[hop_toit_udonge]

It may be a bit tight fitting, though. All things considered, however, it's rather conservative.

[wristsniper]

Conservative is fine. It just needs to be functional and not make me look fat. Or pale.

[hop_toit_udonge]

-...-

I'll see what I can do.

[wristsniper]

[What? It's easy to make her hips look huge in a bathing suit. She knows this.]

As always, I appreciate your efforts to assist me.

[hop_toit_udonge]

-They share a similar figure, so Eirin totally understands. She's just surprised to find Olivier caring about that sort of thing-

Is violet an unsuitable color for you?

[wristsniper]

[If she was back home, she would care SO MUCH less. Here, though, she'd probably actually get catcalled or harassed, and she's too busy to be piling up corpses.]

...Violet? I've had a gown in that color before.

[hop_toit_udonge]

Then its settled. Shall I deliver it?

[wristsniper]

I'll come pick it up. You're on the way.

[hop_toit_udonge]

I'll put some tea on.

[wristsniper]

[A chuckle.] Are you this kind to everyone, Eirin? I abuse your skills.

[hop_toit_udonge]

One must have a proper bedside manner.

[wristsniper]

Not in Amestris.

[hop_toit_udonge]

How barbaric.

[wristsniper]

We're all that way. Warmongers.

Some of the doctors are unscrupulous alchemists who make monstrosities I won't even speak of.