Fun in the sun.

What a day, what a day. Amity had actually asked someone out. Did she know that? Not really, but this man had agreed to some relaxing time with her. Where were they headed? To the amusement park, of course! She was excited, having never been to one before. There was a problem to be addressed though. She hoped the man wouldn't be mad at her as she stood waiting, anxious. There it was! That sick feeling growing inside of her and yet, it made her long for his company. She felt giddy, like when she was little and hoped to get a toy from the store. How long had it been since she felt such an odd, mixed feeling? Had she ever felt it before? The answer was most likely a loud no, but she didn't mind. Her new boss was coming to just have a night of fun. It made her feel great to feel so, accepted.

Last time the two hung out, they had to fight and luckily, Amity's body had healed well. A bit of a scar was still on her cheek from the corkscrew, but otherwise she was well in her normal appearance. Her skin glowing in the warm heat. She felt almost overheated in her jacket and hat. Mustang had been allowed a rest as he would gallivant upon his own ideals. She was letting the horse do as it pleased, unsure how long this day would be before she had to go home. A nervousness was upon her face as she debated on how to talk to the man. They were at a water park and yet, she hadn't the swimwear. She had the money, but she'd never.. had one.. before.

The sun above would blaze upon the individuals below. Though it was still early morning, the heat was obvious. Her bag would be thrown over her shoulder; ready to hold her own bag. Anxiety! Oh how it plagued her. She never enjoyed someone's company so much. Though she felt like a little kid in thinking such. Her body was leaning upon the entrance to the park as she would close her eyes and think over ideas. Picking on the thoughts of what would happen the day. For now she simply enjoyed the heat; as always.

Murazar took a flight just after she did and arrived in south city. As he stepped out of the terminal and hailed a cab he smelled the air. Sweltering heat, humidity, a perfect time for a swim. She had only just told him before they left they were going to south cities water park so he hadn't time to buy a swim suit. Heh, never went swimming for fun before. Guess I will now. As he got into the cab tossed enough money to get to the water park he smiled to himself.

She had essentially asked him on a date. He didn't think any girl had done that before. Even though she didn't use the word date, the intent was obvious even if she was ignorant of it. Oh well, maybe she led a sheltered life? He would just have to teach her along the way. He got that butterfly feeling in his gut when he thought of her again and smiled to himself as his skin flushed at the thought of her.

He mainly just wondered what she'd look like in a swimsuit, strangely it wasn't difficult he was just curious by all means about her. As he got out of the cab and he drove off and walked up to her at the gate. At the moment he was wearing flip flops, sunglasses, shorts and a casual T-shirt. He looked completely different and showed quite a bit more skin than normal. He was just glad he hit the gym alot and continued his excercise schedule or else he'd look ridiculous!

He noticed she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings before he quietly walked up to her and slipped his hand to hold hers and spoke softly to her," Whatcha thinking?" He hoped that even if she reacted by attack that his hand hold hers would prevent that. Old mercenary habits die hard you know, although usually when people were deep in thought they'd just jump. Even him.

As she spaced out, people would pass by. Names that she didn't know and unrecognized glances would fill her eyes and yet she never even realized. Her mind was simply fantasizing to be honest with herself. She felt so young already. Her mind soon in the state where she was so into thought she didn't even know what she was thinking about. A sort of haze over her mind while unbeknownst to her, a man was sneaking up on her. She could barely realize until the pressure was on her hand and the voice was on her ear.

Amity jumped out of her skin. In automatic response, her hand moved to hit him in self defense. The sloppy action would form in her head, but his hand had grabbed hers before she could initiate. In response to the sort of whiplash, she would end up half falling against him. Her body had not cooperated and in response all the wrong muscles moved. Sure it was less than graceful, but her eyes would be wide with shock. A paranoid sort o panicked look. Indeed, she was simply caught off guard; a rare sight for the usually perky woman.

It took her a moment to fully comprehend what was going on. Her red eyes soon finding the man who still held her hand. Her fingers accidentally squeezing a bit, not that he'd really notice. "I.. fancy meetin' you here." She'd state in a smooth tune. Yeah, so totally planned, right? Not. Her body would straighten and she'd laugh softly. Her outfit consisted of her usual top, jacket and shorts combo with the hat atop of her head. Her lips had a bright smile as the butterflies would harass her stomach now. That sickness there. How awkward it felt!

His question would register rather quickly as she thought of the way she would ask him. In truth she had simply picked the first thing that popped in her head. "I've never had a bathin' suit before." She'd state bluntly. "So.. instead of makin' m'self look foolish tryin' t'pick one out, I deided you can help me." A sincere and honest smile on her face. "I mean if y'have no problem with that, of course." The last thing she wanted to so was make him do something he didn't want to. So i he said no, she would have to try and figure it out on her own.

Murazar smiled as she sort of reacted, but in a terribly weak way. Either she recognized his voice or she was really that deep in thought. When she half fell against him his mind went to shambles and anything he was wanting to say went with it. The normal constant screaming in his head was almost completely gone, like a distant buzz in the background. That had never happened before!

He had noticed she wasn't in a swimsuit and for some odd reason thought she'd wouldn't be in one. He replied as they held each others hands. His heart pumping just a tad bit faster with a smile on his face." Of course not, I dont have one either. So I could use your help picking one out." He grinned, they looked like the oddest couple at the moment. He wearing a sort of super casual vacation clothing and her dressed as a cowgirl for a animecon.

He tugged her hand while saying,"Lets go find something you'll look cuter than you already are, shall we?" He knew a few stores close by that the taxi passed up that sold swimsuits and probably had changing rooms. He just hoped she didn't pick out something too ridiculous for him to wear. The last time he wore a "swimsuit" was when he was making a ship collapse at the docks.

Lucky for him, love sickness or no he could talk on the fly. Her hesistations, slightly slower than normal talking, all of those things in his mind made her cuter than normal! Gurthang seemed to be laughing even though he wasn't next to him at all, that damn sword wasn't laughing in any negative way for once. It seemed to be feeding from his feelings or something. The blasted thing sounded giddy! It was left at the Ebon Citadel too!

She would blink a bit as she registered his words. Well it was a temporary lapse for her to see he wasn't wearing one either. Why had she thought he didn't need one? What did boy bathing suits even look like? Thinking back to the old movies she used to watch, she recalled some odd full body suit thing. What was the movie again? Something about a guy saving a whale? AH! No matter she wasn't too worried about helping him. A soft smile on her face while she'd nod. "Shouldn't be a problem, hunny." She'd say with smooth tone, as if it were the most casual in the world. Her lips tingled through each time she called him by such an affectionate tone. It was a rarity.

A bathing suit to make her look cuter? Oh there he was, calling her cute again and there started that worsened blush. Amity wish it would personify so she could beat the living snot out of that blush. Why did it keep coming back to haunt her? Couldn't it go bug someone else? She had pulled her body off of his and smiled gently, trying to use her hair to hide said redness with failed attempt. Yet she never seemed to falter with her cheery tone and demeanor. After all, there was no way she could feel down at the moment. It was like that, every time she bumped into him. her heart would skip and then she'd feel suddenly hyper; like a jolt of energy charged her thoroughly.

Looking at the shops she could see some underwear. Why did they sell such colorful undergarments in a swimsuit store? She didn't make sense of it. That was ridiculous. As if people would go swimming in their underwear. She seemed to think on that a bit before looking up at Mura. Such an odd man, yet just being in his rather cheery presence made her feel almost weak in the knees. So the sickness hadn't gone away. That sucked, but at the same time she felt stronger for toughing through it. Then the thought occurred to her mind. What should they talk about?

Murazar smiled constantly around her, his heart shuddered as she called him 'hunny'. He replied swiftly and with a wink, "Ya'know if you keep blushing. I'm going to." He paused and felt his cheeks with a free hand, yep he was blushing as well. He continued after making sure of it,"Guess i'm blushing now too, honeybunch."

As they were nearing one of the stores, one primarily for womens swimsuits he blinked as everytime he glanced at one he imagined amity in it. Hell if he didn't have any self-control he'd be bleeding out of his nose! He decided to take up conversation and learn a bit more about her. Some simple happy things hopefully,"So since we know only a little about each other. How about we trade questions. I ask one, you answer then we trade? Since I just asked one go ahead. Anything at all."

This was probably the easiest way to find out things about each other while keeping it interesting. As they entered the store filled with many types of swimsuits and a few changing rooms in the back he motioned for Amity to look around and see if she wanted to try on any, the obvious "Changing Room" Sign in the back with a curtain over many rooms seemed fairly obvious. He hoped she had a question or else he'd have to start asking. He had plenty for himself, he just had a hard time remembering them when he was around her.

Amity would watch as he warned her about her blushing making him blush. Oh how true it was. She couldn't help but laugh softly at the red hue to his cheeks as he checked to make sure. She simply continued grinning until he called her honeybunch. Damn! Now she had to think of a new nickname. What could she come up with on the spot? Her face showing red too, though she didn't realize it. "Ya look, cute. Seems red is a good color for ya, Dear." She'd state in a rather playful tone, looking at his reaction. She didn't want to go overboard with the cheesy nicknames. When did it become a game anyways? Every time he called her one, it felt as if her heart would leap out of her chest. Such an uncomfortable feeling yet it made her head feel such a rush.

His suggestion sounded great to her. What a fun way to learn more about each other, though she was really bad at thinking of questions. It was also rare for someone to WANT to know about her. The look in her eyes almost utter joy as she would speak in response. "Sounds great. Hmm who goes first?" She'd ask as they entered the shop. Immediately she was browsing the suits. So.. this underwear was bathing suits? Oh goodness. She blushed, thinking of what on earth she would do wearing such revealing clothing! However she was already there, so she would browse through them anyways.

Her body didn't stray too far from his as she would glide her finger along the racks, grabbing at a random hanger, frowning then putting it back. How was she going to figure out what size she was in these suits if she found one she liked? She supposed if needed, she could ask for help.

The man behind the desk would eye the two. His scrutinizing look mainly one of confusion as he'd never seen someone dressed so oddly around the area they were in. At last he would finally excuse himself from the desk and approach her. "Do you need help, miss?" His voice showed he'd be rather pleased once this was over.

"I uh.. don' know nothin' 'bout bathin' suits." Amity would reply to him as she browsed through the colors and styles. Her expression showing she was completely lost on where to start.

The man would nod, knowingly, then step back and essentially check her out. His eyes scanning her form before turning to look at the man that was there. As if analyzing him a moment before vanishing in the racks and returning. "Here. Try something like this." He would say in a rather clear voice. "It his your size and should show your figure well."

"Uh.. mighty thanks, I guess." She would say in a confused manner, taking the outfit and turning to look at Murazar with a sort of awkward stance. "So I.. will go try it on then?" Oh how oblivious she was to this whole situation. She'd never really gone clothing shopping, let alone bathing suit shopping. Her body would turn and she found her way to a changing room, where she'd lock it and swiftly change into the suit to try on. Of course after that she would stand behind the door and stare at the reflection. Well.. it certainly was a bit different than what she'd choose to wear in public.

The blush deepened as she came up with a different cute phrase for him. Damn, now he needed to come up with something new as well. He grinned as she avoided the fact that he tried to put her first question-wise. He also quickly commented on her saying red suited him as he looked into her eyes,"Guess that means your eyes suit mine since they are a gorgeous red." As soon as they stepped in the store and she bolted off he followed her and asked,"How was life before you met me?" He was curious and this seemed to be a rather round-a-bout way of asking.

He also commented as she blushed to the bathing suits, he figured she probably had never seen them nor knew anything about them. She probably thought they were underwear, he chuckled lightly."Dont worry, i'll be wearing more a revealing swimsuit that you." He had to grin about it, if she was embarress over a onepiece, how would she feel if he wore just trunks? He thought about taking a bit more time to get an opinion, perhaps be a bit goofy as well when he bought his with her opinion.

He paused as the shopkeeper helped her out by letting her try on what seemed to mura's eyes a suitable swimsuit, he didn't get much of a look before she already sped off to try it on. He chuckled and wait outside while grabbing a few other swimsuits of all types and colors for her to try on. He had them neatly organized on a stool while he sat across from it and in front of the door awaiting her opening.

His mind roamed around for a few moments as he awaited the opening. His thoughts were of the future and fun they would have together. Something he rarely thought of if ever when with another person. He was a broken man, why would someone care for him when there were people who weren't broken that were about? His thoughts faded from those that were negative and probably from gurthangs musings as he turned them to imagination. Mostly on what she would look like.

His comment about her eyes would make her blush again, just faintly as they adverted from his as she feared being further red. What was with this man? Why did he make her feel so.. excited? It was like an adrenaline rush only without the punching someone in the face action to it. Well she did have that one coming to her. After all, she had made a comment even if she forgot she had red eyes. A soft grin on her lips as she would nod. "Well they can't seem to stay off you." Immediately she regretted saying that. How humiliating. Her face would be scarlet a second before she had turned away and completely dismissed that poor line.

His next comment was on how he'd be wearing something more revealing while she would stare in the mirror. Good thing he wasn't in the changing room, he would probably wonder if she was attacked by a tomato. More revealing than what she was wearing now? Hurriedly she'd tie on a skirt, as if adding that would somehow make his bathing suit less revealing. It made her wonder what type of bathing suit it would be. His question also riddling through her head. How to respond.

"Well, I s'ppose it was rather borin'. All I ever done is random merc work. No real home, just awanderin' here and there. Wherever Mustang took me, I went." She'd shrug her shoulders, forgetting he couldn't see through the wooden door of the stall. She needed a bit of confidence as she'd fix the top of the bathing suit and took a deep breath before stepping out. Her body showing that subtle skin beneath a white bathing suit. The two piece held her bosoms covered by a bit of a twist and tie manner up top while below it would be sort of normal white bikini with a light pink skirt. Her eyes would be soft upon Mura, shy and a bit nervous. Was it okay? Did she put it on right? She hoped so, because she had no idea what other way it could be worn.

Of course the store clerk couldn't help but stare at the woman from behind the register again as Amity had all eyes upon her 'date' for the night. Her hands shifting a bit to give that coy sort of body language. "What 'bout you? Wha' kind of stuff you done befo'e?" mainly she repeated his question because she was a bit too nervous to think of one on her own, after all, she felt as if she had done something wrong and then, it would be embarrassing.

He blushed intensely at her line about her eyes always on him, he couldn't even think of a reply. His face was completely red and shy before it finally calmed down enough with his other statements and questions. Lordy they were teasing each other. Apparently she had never done this before, but by everything he knew. She was good at it, which is what he really liked about her. His mind roared at the thought of being outwitted for once and how much he loved it.

He grinned to himself, he wondered just how revealing her swimsuit would be, technically his would be more revealing simply because nothing would cover his chest and he'd probably pick something tight fitting, but more comfortable while he tried different swimsuits out. After all he liked to show off, but doing so with comfort and not ridiculousness.

Murazar thought about it for a moment as she pinged the question back on him. What had he done, alot he was sure. He tried to keep it short and casual,"Not much, last two years I have been in the employ of General Tsukino at Briggs. Been through the South City war, the Coup De Tat takeover from the Fuhrer before the last Fuhrer, Fought against a few Drachman invasions against Briggs, and I think the last one was repelling the invasion of Creta before all hell broke loose."

Before she walked out he stared at his hands, he had managed to get some prosthetic skin over it so it felt real, completely real in fact. It also waterproofed it as well. Cant have his automail shorting out right? His breath stopped completely as she stepped out, shy, drop-dead gorgeous, blushing. He also had a heart attack, he had to remind himself to breath again as he said shakily," Love, I think you just beat the angels in terms of looking beautiful." It wasn't some cheezy line any slinkball said, he said it with the heart-felt truth!

His entire face went blushing red and it held, he stammered out slightly."Theres more swimsuits to pick out from if you want. They should all fit." He had to forcefully try to steady his voice, he had no idea to the success of that or not.

Her outfit felt rather uncomfortable and yet comfortable at the same time. Her outfit clung to her body in a nice way, making it feel as if it wouldn't fall off, but at the same time it was revealing enough skin to be nervous and uncomfortable. Her eyes would close a moment, trying to fight off the red of her face. So he had his work cut out for him? She almost felt bad prying him from his assumed busy schedule. Almost. Was his words honest? Yes, it seemed so. He didn't seem the type to just say something. He was more sophisticated.

His comment about angels made Amity as red as possible. That was a kind of comment she never heard. Not ever in her life had someone said something so sweet to her. Crimson orbs upon him, she'd look down at herself. Was it a good appearance? She seemed to guess so as he was blushing a bright red as well. Her face pulling on a shy grin while she would nod. He wanted her to try more on? She could manage that. there was no worse from the bathing suit she just wore, so scooping up the other ones he had gathered, she would step inside the stall again and lock the door. "Your turn, sugar." She'd state playfully as she stripped and pulled on the next outfit. Essentially the two were modelling, but in all honesty she found this fun. Days like this were hard to find. A fun day with her and a rather odd man. Yet he was attractive.

(Sorry a bit short)

The two of them blushing the entire time must've seemed silly to the old man at the counter. Or at least he was old compared to either of them. He ignored the old man for now, as soon as they bought her a swimsuit he would probably cold cock him and knock him out. Asshole was checking his date out too much and too obviously. Regardless he waited until she told him rather cheerfully it was his turn. He smiled, something unique. Hmm.

"Hope I dont tread bad territory, but what was your childhood like?" Well, it wasn't unique. It was on the other hand something he was curious about and he was sure that was the quickest way to know something concrete about her, other than guns, horses, cuteness and adreneline. His thoughts wandered as he waited, which wouldn't be long considering how fast she'd be able to change.

He hoped he would be making her blush when she saw him changing. Which coincidently wouldn't be too far off in the future.

(OOC: Its fine, dont worry on it.)

Amity continued to try on various swimsuits to model for her date. Some were tighter than others, some a bit too loose and a handful really fitting well. However in that category was always the rather revealing sets of bikinis. Her eyes would become downcast as he asked o her childhood. What was it like? h such an easy question, yet it was hard to say. As she deliberated a way to explain it, she took a deep breath before smiling at him with another bright smile. Such an interesting question, so unique and rather personal, but she didn't mind.

"M'childhood, eh?" She would ask in a heavy voice while walking behind into the stall before placing her normal clothes on. She would hand a stack of fitting bathing suits to Murazar in hopes of him picking the one he liked the best. "It was wonderful, t'be honest. Mind you I never really lived with my parents, but I lived with my uncle. He was always there or me. Most people had rathered m'sister to m'self, but uncle was different. He's the one who seemed to notice. Introduced m to m'Ol Mustang and gave me m'first gun. I always wanted to be like him.." She'd fade away as she shifted weight and looked off with a distant smile.

Murazar seemed to look through the stack of bikini's and picked out a set that was similar to the first one. Except it was red colored and only lightly so, with a small cute skirt around it that seemed to match her eyes. He held it up to her and smiled as he settled it on the counter when they reached it. He left the entire pile of swimsuits she tried on at the other end of the counter in a mixed pile that would take at least an hour to sort through and put back on the racks.

As murazar listened to her he glanced at the price and plopped down the exact amount in cash with tax calculated in his head before the man even rang it up. Murazar didn't even wait as he made sure the cash made it into the mans hand to pay for her swimsuit. It was a gentleman thing to do, plus he made more than her, she had debts. Well, those last two were after thoughts minutes later at some other time. At the moment it just felt like the right thing to do.

Murazar looked over at her as she sort of fell into a trance, his hand wrapped around hers as his eyes searched for hers and held the gaze as if he could read her soul and found it gorgeous and wonderful to behold. He spoke with a quiet passion that seemed like a rarity in the kind of man he was." Your uncle sounds like a great man. You put honor to his teachings and your family name. There was a reason your uncle chose you over your sister to pass his teachings on. It was because he found you to be worthier of it and would put what he taught you to good use."

He had to take a few small leaps of faith just from her tone about her sister and uncle, but it seemed like the right move at the moment. He smiled to her and commented simply with a grin as if she forgot."Your turn, love." He winked to her as he handed her the swimsuit he bought for her, it was in a small bag that would also hold her clothes when they changed later on at the park. A small towl was also in there with a pair of flip-flops that he found matched her foot size perfectly while he waited inbetween the turns. He seemed to have thought ahead some.

Amity would watch as the man took the bikinis and threw them upon one side after choosing and showing her the one of his choice. Naturally she'd blush a bit, but nod to him. Soon after, she followed his body and met herself at his side as he paid for the bathing suit and some other small items. She went to protest, but as she did, his body was towards hers and she was instantly silent. He spoke to her in a caring tone. his hand wrapped around hers and letting all of her attention be upon him. Such wise words he spoke. In a way she could find it true. Her uncle had to have a reason to love the runt more than the born diva.

A small smile upon her face, she would nod. "I s'ppose you're right." It had to be a choice her uncle decided upon. She had to be different, special. "M'sister never saw it that way. A sad scene as she always acted as if she were the better twin." A soft laugh fell from her lips. A moment would pass as she would grin ear to ear. Beaming completely as she would loop her hand around the bag handle.

"So, who was your closest companion as a kid?" She'd ask; curious about the man. Thinking a moment, she'd do something a bit unexpected. Her free arm, with the bag, would loop around the man's waist. Her other hand still with his. An embrace for the man. She usually didn't like physical contact, but she was willing with this man. One of the very few she didn't mind hugging or holding hands. The urge to just blurt out her feelings was overwhelming, but the words were confusing and not really words at all for her. A look of curiosity on her face while she'd pull away from the hug quickly.

It had been a whole couple of minutes as she feared making him uncomfortable. It was strange for her to try so hard to keep someone in the good vibes zone with her. This man was special in her eyes. Trying not to stare, she'd ask rather quietly after her initial quiz. "Also, what do men wear t'go swimmin'? I don' see any o'them full body suit things." Words honest and true, she'd scan the racks in an attempt to figure out where the male section was.

Murazar smiled and laughed lightly before talking,"I've got a good feeling you've topped your sister. Your uncle would be proud." He probably didn't have much of a right in terms of knowing her uncle, but the man sounded like someone he would get along with perfectly fine. His heart seemed to skip a beat when she embraced him. He was half expecting to initiate all of the contact.

He put his arm around her waist the same time hers was around hi his. He looked puzzeled at her next question as if he had to really think hard about it before he decided to go with a simple answer," My father I guess. The man taught me what was really important about working, work hard, smart and fierce and you do fine. Other than him there wasn't a whole lot of friendly folk where I lived."

Murazar chuckled lightly as she asked where the mens suits with, she really expected full body suits? Oh she was in for a surprise! He took her hand and grinned lightly before speaking next,"The store next door sells mens swim suits." He took her hand and led her to the next store casually. Before they walked in he asked curiously," Where'd you learn how to swim?"

He was curious about that, after all she could be doggypaddling the whole time. Taking full breastrokes in swimming, or have some other method. Him? He had his from a military training school, he had never swam before that. As soon as they walked in two things were obviously noticeable. One was a woman was at the counter, a little bit younger than Murazar and that all the swimsuits were essentially shorts. Some of them even looked like they would be extremely tight fitting. Murazar grinned as he pointed to Amity and said,"Your turn to pick them out for me. Just look for a number 32, they should fit perfect for me."

The man's arms were around her waist. What a comforting feeling it was, that brief few seconds. A sort of warm feeling had surrounded her and kept her close. She didn't want to let go when she did, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She wasn't prepared for a longer period of time sort of affection. Her eyes closed as she took a soft breath to remain calm. Physical contact was not yet obtainable by her. After so many years for her to accept it, let alone initiate it was such a large leap. Not that she didn't like it, it was just foreign.

His comment made her feel fuzzy inside. So she was useful? That made her so giddy. She would smile would laugh softly and nod in agreement. His hand had cupped around hers and led her to the next store. His bathing suit choices would be next door. That was fine. Mentally she was already trying to select good colors for him, a variety of them flashing through her head. Different color schemes pairing and tripling within her memory. Preoccupied, she barely heard his answer as guilty as she soon felt afterwards.

The store before her was one she did not expect. Tight, form-fitting suits of every size, shape and color littered the racks and shelves of a corresponding shop. Amity nearly toppled back as he had asked his question and hinted her to go find him a suit. She had no idea where to start. "Uh-Uh.. well.." Her eyes would try to find something that didn't make her spin just looking at. Something that wouldn't turn her three shades of red just looking at.

"I 'ctually learned how t'swim in a emergency. I tripped as a kid on a rope bridge and the thing done swung up and knocked me into the river. It was a sort of learn how t'swim then or die situation." Amity would laugh softly at the memory as if it were fond while she placed a hanger in her hand, hesitantly. It said size 32 but she had no idea how it would look on him. This was her first time viewing men suits. "After that I made sure t'practice with uncle. Didn't want to g'through that 'gain."

Murazar smiled as they entered the store and she nearly fell backward with embarressment written all over her face. It was that obvious, oddly in this store there was a teenage girl running it. She seemed to perk up when they entered the store and seemed completely focused on Murazar. Almost staring at him with a desire to take him from Amity. If she looked at Amity at all, there was only spite and anger there.

It was quite obvious she was only working there to look at the men who walked in. Murazar ignored her very plainly and focused on Amity as he smiled and grabbed the tight fitting briefs out of her hand while motioning for her to pick out the swimsuits for him. He nodded and spoke softly to her so the girl at the counter wouldn't hear him. It only seemed to inflame the jealousy in the girl at the counter.

" Good thing to know, I learned from one of the schools Amestris has for the military. If you need help, i'll help teach you how to swim." He smiled and took her hand, making it obvious to the girl that he grabbed her hand, lightly and lovingly. He was about to walk off and try on the swimsuits as he turned around and almost bumped into the girl. She had walked over quiet as a mouse and by her foot placement was half expecting for him to bump into her and her pull him down on top of her. Instead he stopped himself instinctively.

She looked a little disappointed as she spoke in one of those super perky optimistic tones,"Welcome to my Store! I would just love to help you pick out a suit, Mr..?" While she was cute and perky in her own way, skinny, shorter than them, nice body and face. Etcetera. She lacked that kind of personality he found in Amity. So instead of even introducing himself, he just walked down to the changing room while she was still talking. As soon as he was in and shut the door and locked it. Mostly for reasons pertaining that girl being a possible bitch.

He started to change into the very tight fitting suit that could barely be called decent even in his mind. He talked somewhat loudly while he was changing so Amity would hear him." Your question Hot Stuff." He smiled as soon as he was done he opened the door and took a few steps out before jokingly flexing his body a little bit before just standing comfortingly and asking, Amity,"I'm not quite as good looking as you are, but i'm guessing its close?"

As they had walked in, Amity paid no mind to the woman blatantly checking out her date. Amity was oblivious to the woman's intensive gaze and was even less knowing of the intent and malice towards herself. Amity was within her own world. Her eyes closed as she would take a soft breath she needed to figure out more, didn't she? This was painful! the proud woman now too shy to stop blushing. One of her hands would cover the lower half of her face and hide her shame. Why did she feel like such a child? Her heart raced and she felt almost as if she were sweating. Was she getting sick again? It was something she hoped wasn't happening. She didn't want to seem sick in front of this man after all.

He spoke of his training to her and she would nod. That sounded like it was a helpful tool and she'd keep that in mind if she was looking foolish in the water. Her face however kept a rather happy and healthy luster to it. Her eyes browsing the suits and debating on others that would look nice. Grabbing a few hangers one here and another there. So many choices of the same thing! Amity was a bit reluctant to pick one in fear of the result. Cause and affect seemed to attack her on a daily basis.

His hand took hers as she looked. The physical contact simply made her giddy, as if she couldn't sit still. Those red orbs moving to eye him up. This man stirred something in her that wasn't human.. something that was odd. Or so she thought to herself. It was rather puzzling to her, but it was fun now. His hand releasing hers nearly as quick as it had been taken. A soft smile upon her face as always.

A small girl would begin talking to Mura, but he abandoned her before even giving her attention. Amity would feel a surge of anger. What was that woman thinking? Amity had gone out of the way to make this day happen. She'd arranged it, what right did this girl have to be up and personal to Mura. most of the time she found men to be more prone to perverseness and yet this time she found that small lady guilty. The sort of mixed look in her eyes, such a readable poker face. Or at least to her. Amity would scoff a bit and look away before burying her attention back into the swimsuits.

She needed a question now, didn't she? Digging deep within she decided to be a bit nosey. Was it paranoia or curiosity she wanted to know if he was feeling sick too. "So, what made ya come with me today?" She would ask in a sort of 'I'm being slick' tone of voice. Not like she was better, just that she thought she could slip that by with it seeming casual. Her eyes would look at his forma s it approached and instantly clapped her hand over her face again. Even that didn't work as she was suddenly dizzy with the red-faced light headedness. "I-I uh.. I.." Dumbstruck, she would cough and clear her throat. "Ya look much better than ya think.." She would state in a roundabout compliment.

He paused when he was putting on the swimsuit, which even to his opinion showed way too much. For goodness sake it covered barely anything and his front part was being quite noticeable at the moment. He paused another moment before answering, curious question and said with a good deal at trying to be subtle. As he came out of the dressing room the girl that was trying to gain his attention earlier seemed to go beat red herself and stared quite openly towards him.

He walked over and took her hands together in his in front of them as he body closed close to hers. His face a mere inch away, his face tinged with embarressment from how he was dressed in front of her more than anything. He spoke as she turned into a lobster practically,"I came with you because everytime i'm around you I get butterfly's in my stomach, my head gets dizzy, I feel happy, excited, shy and embarressed. I feel like theres a hole in me when i'm not with you. Thats why, love."

He chuckled as she stuttered out a bare reply that was a thrown compliment on the fly. He winked to her as they were close together he let go of her hands to pick her up stomach to stomach off the ground. His hands around her waist as he spun her around once and held her still to him he winked again,"Better looking than I think I am? Maybe I should keep you around for all the nice things you say about me." He chuckled lightly as he let her down. His heart racing from the effort, not the physical effort, but the touch of her so close.

His body's more perverted side was damn near going to choke him. The girl at the counter looking on with great envy and jealousy seemed almost like she was about to do something. Murazar hoped not or else he'd have to shoot her emotions down and crash her emotions.

Amity could barely look at him. It felt as if she'd explode if she did with a face so red, after all. Her eyes adverted as her skin nearly matched in color. Such a shy girl she truly was. Yet she never even realized it. It was overwhelming her, this blush and in all honesty her heat was racing at a face that almost left her without one. Her body was taking control of her and left what she knew on a normal basis in the dust. This situation called for separate answers, ones that she did not fully understand. Even as he smiled and approached her, she was a bit baffled on how to respond. As well being completely lost in public. Had anyone seen the cowgirl in such a state of mind?

His bathing suit left little to the imagination though Amity was a bit unsure what she was imagining as she had very limited knowledge on that section of life. Though it did make her wonder a bit. Was this one o those dates? Had she asked this man out? Her thoughts were overruled once Mura was near her again. Lightning through her hands at his touch while those eyes caught hers and his mouth came so close. It made her want to almost lean forward and try to.. Well that was a thought swiftly dismissed. As much as she was an adrenaline junkie, she was also a logic thinker. Doing something so spontaneous could ruin whatever was there. Or was that cowgirl paranoia?

Nonetheless she resisted the urges to experiment, such a curiosity as a cat when his next action caught her by surprise. His hands hugged around her waist and she was in the air! A slight shout of surprise graced the air as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she would hug close. Yes, she had gotten startled. Why could he keep doing this to her? It was so.. unnerving, yet she didn't mind at all. The slight spin being accepted towards the end more than panicked. She really needed to read up on this relationship stuff, but then again experience was always a best way to learn.

There was a playful wink and she couldn't help but blush again, but by then it had died down from lobster red. His body pressed close to hers, his ace close, being embraced. A sort of flutter went through her chest. Had she been overrun in her own body by butterflies? It felt like it. Staring into his eyes, she couldn't help but smirk softly at his words. Gaining her bearings back with a swift swoop. "Well, ain't no reason why a handsome catch as yerself shouldn' get complimented more often." She'd state playfully with the red eyes upon his. In this state of mind she didn't have to worry about thinking of him.. remotely naked in front of her. Instead she could think of how she seemed to be catching a sickness she'd heard of long ago. One she thought she was immune to. That and she really didn't look into it. Most men were just plain perverts whose first words had to do with sleeping with someone. This man had depth and a way about him that made him simply perfect in her eyes.

Amity believed his words. In fact she beamed almost knowingly when he said it. If not for the fact she felt the same way, but just for the fact the man had yet to lie to her yet. She was a trusting person and slowly she was becoming more attached to Mura. Deciding to acknowledge his swimsuit as he probably wanted, she let one of her hands slight down his side. A gentle pat on his hip and she would wink. "I think ya need it in red." She'd joke before resting her head on his shoulder a minute. Her action was not a perverse one, but more of an affectionate one. A pat on the back at this angle would have been slightly awkward.

He winked as she spoke softly in return, whilst flushing entirely. He replied to her with a wink to her statement." A catch, eh? You might have to fish a bit more to catch me." The connotations behind those words mean't over three to five different things. The most plain among them was simply a challenge to her. It was also obviously mean't relationship-wise rather than physically. Although it was entirely possible he mean't it physically as well.

At the moment he was almost lost in his own world with her, before she said anything he could have sworn the look in her eyes mean't she wanted to kiss him. It almost seemed like some kind of fear pulled it back. Maybe later? He really at that moment wanted to do nothing more than kiss her and hold her. He however knew that there would be plenty of time for that in a bit so in the meantime he needed a suit.

He blushed lightly as she commented jokingly of course, that she'd rather see it in red. He nearly twitched as she patted his hip and her head laid on his shoulder. He smelled her lightly, no snorting sounds or anything weird like that. Just a light sniff on her neck, she probably felt it. He spoke almost instantly afterwards with a light-headed smile on his face."You smell like daisy's and sunshine in the summer. Lovely smell." He set her down and winked as he grabbed the same swimsuit in red before bolting into the changing room.

He quickly changed and popped back out again before asking with a wink," Changed into red, although I dont think it matches my hair or eyes too much. By the way, what made you choose the water park for our date?" He remembered just as he finished the question that she probably didn't know this was a date. Oh well, he just let out one piece of fun out of the barrel of monkeys today.

Amity would smirk playfully at his little game. She didn't mind one bit. A soft grin about her as she would laugh softly. "Oh really now?" Her lips pulled to trace up his neck, albeit accidentally but the damage of a bit of the feathery sensation would still happen. Her eyes moving to meet his, the red orbs upon his own eyes as she went to speak again. "Sounds like a lil challenge. I like a good game." She'd speak slyly while her hands gave him a brief squeeze. It was odd to her to feel so affectionate or to even show signs of affection. It seemed she'd blush again as he could read her. She could feel it like he had guessed what she wanted. An immediate frustration over her body. Maybe she should have just done it? Now she just felt awkward about it.

His body had twitched at the touch, but she didn't mind. Her lips pulled to a large smile while she felt him pull away and run off with a red bathing suit. He had commented on her scent which she found odd. She always thought she smelled like hot sand. Not really an appealing smell, but she was around it so much. Nonetheless, she continued her actions as she would watch him change into a red bathing suit. A sort of chuckle on her lips as she would try and hide another blush. "Well, I jus' like the color red. Ya said it looked good on you didn' ya?"

He asked his question and she paused to think. A sort of moment of pondering. She would sigh and close her eyes. "Sand and water. Takes m'back to th'good ol' days. I like to go swimmin'. I like water. Besides figured it would be a nice break from the desert."

He grinned again as she complimented him he walked up to her and pulled his hands around her waist to pull her close against his body. His head resting on her shoulder as he whispered into her ear," I believe you said I looked good in it, if so I dont need to chose another suit then. Right darling?" He did want to get on with the water park, but he wanted stay close to her forever.

His heart racing, his body flushing to match the little suit he was wearing. He spoke up again to her with a smile on his face." Well, we'll be doing plenty of swimming together. Although on our next date. Its going to be a surprise for you." By surprise he mean't super insane adreneline rush that hardly ever stopped until the end of the day. It was just something they both would enjoy, especially together.

He pulled back ever so slightly, his mouth, eyes and face an inch away from hers again. As if this time she should know better on what to do. Question was, would she take the opportunity a second time when it came around? He spoke up again, ever so quietly. " Your turn for a question, love." He could almost feel the seething jealousy from the little girl across the room. She might as well be screaming it out loud it was so obvious.

Warmth rested on her hips as his body would be pulled towards him. Soon they were crashed close together once more. The red in her face showing as she could feel his body heat once more. Her own heart was nearly beating out of her chest. Could he feel? Could he sense her excitement? She couldn't fight the giddiness he made her feel. How annoying and fascinating at the same time. With a gentle motion, she would move her arms to rest around his waist. In all truth she had no clue how to hug him back. It wasn't really a thing she did. However instinct allowed her arms to slide around his waist and hold her own body to his. His voice upon her ear, whirling and flickering over her skin like a kind flame. It didn't burn and in fact it gave her chills. that warm breath would shimmy down the nerves of her neck. In response she had to gasp and tense. Her fingers grasping at the skin of his back gently. Her face bright red with eyes closed to show her frustration. It felt as if her head was on fire; as if she'd explode.

"Oh 's that so?" She'd ask in a sort of nervous voice. Her whole body felt shaky and unnerved. A loss of control taking her over. She couldn't help but smile as he spoke of the next date. So they were 'dating' then? That was something she never found her status to ever say. For the longest time she was just the wanderer and now, she was in a relationship? Her uncle would have never let her hear the end of it. "It sounds like a jolly ol' time then. I look forward to it." A playful wink would be released from her with a mischievous flash in her eyes.

A tension had started in her chest and it made it almost hard to breathe. Such a cruel action she thought. Was it some sort of paralysis that had taken her? She couldn't be sure. After a brief second though, it all drained and her breath was back to the ease and unaltered of its normality. Her eyes soon watching as he repositioned himself. His mouth merely centimeters away from hers, close enough to feel his breath. Her eyes felt lost in his after his statement. Like time had frozen solid. Amity was simply lost in a conflicting question of whether to kiss him or not. Was it too soon? At the same time he seemed to be daring her. Was it a game? What was it even like to kiss someone? So many questions raced through her head. None were really answered.

It seemed out of spur of the moment and yet it had happened. Her eyes almost heavy lidded before she blinked and would take a deep breath. Her question honest and showing almost fear. her body tensing. Amity had never liked the unknown. "What's.. a kiss like?" She would ask as she seemed to lock herself in fear of her making a bad movement. It was inviting and for a moment it seemed she closed the distant but abruptly stopped. Oh how she felt like one of those lovestruck silly people. She had laughed at it back then, but now with her mind in a rage, she was left in a bit of a confused demeanor.