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[acuteteeths]

[It's daytime, and there's a particular Fletcher wandering around in complete and utter awe. He looks like he hasn't seen the sun in thirty-some years (probably because he hasn't). In addition, his skin is glittering like diamond dust or wtfever. One might even say... he's sparkling.]

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WTFFFFFFFFFFFF?!

[bipolaria]

[Is bemused by glitter-child.]

... How are you doing that?

8D

[acuteteeths]

I-I don't know. It just started happening when I came outside.

you're laughing your damn ass off, aren't you?

[bipolaria]

...

[Catches Fletcher's wrist and tries to look at his skin more closely without being blinded by the human disco-ball. Is kind of surprised that the boy's skin is perfectly soft and fleshy-feeling.]

... That's really odd...

[Squints, trying to see past the blinding prismatic wtf and get a look at the kid hidden in all that.]

... Fletcher Tringham...?

maybe just a little

[acuteteeths]

Eep-- [Flinches, but doesn't pull away once he realizes that this is an Alphonse he's talking to.]

Y-yes, I'm Fletcher.

[upyourscolonel]

[Yeah, and I'm Edward Cullen.]

You lost, kid?

[acuteteeths]

No, I'm okay... Edward?

[upyourscolonel]

Yeah, I'm an Edward.

[acuteteeths]

It's nice to meet you.