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[raced_god]

Who: Melissa, Ionia Falcon, Kyle
What: *~*Fancys*~*
When: Saturday, May 16th.
Where: Melissa and Kyle's dorm.
Rating: PG

Falcon was...coping.

Yes, coping was a good word for it. Heartswaps, by nature kind of sucked major balls and this one was no different. Having this one be his second was just icing on the cake. But he was thankful for that, in a strange way, mostly because it allowed him to...well..cope.

Except he was short and a girl and taking her earrings off resulted in very bad things and making an effort to speak in the third person was kind of getting to be a huge pain. Falcon wasn't sure why he was making his way to Melissa's dorm with a plethora of art supplies, besides the fact that he didn't want Ionia to have to deal with a disappointed fiance when she had her body back. Saving face. That's what this was. Suck it up and pretend to be Ionia and deal with Melissa for a few hours, and then go do more important things. Like keep the real Ionia under control.

In hindsight, brining the drawing supplies was probably not a good idea. Ionia could draw but he couldn't. And that's what the two of them did, right? Well, that and plan a wedding. He knocked on the door.

...Well, if anything this was going to be an adventure.

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[stairblock.livejournal.com]

About time! Ever since the engagement, Melissa was antsy to start planning. But... well, they had only shared invitation lists. And that's it. They didn't even have a date planned!

When there was finally a knock on the door, Melissa shot up from her seat on Kyle's bed, promptly tripped on the sheets and comforter, and ran to the door after a quick recovery. "IONIA'S HERE," she announced- maybe a bit too loudly- to Kyle before she opened the door.

"Hello, come on in," she said, retreating from the door but still holding it open with one hand. "Mr. Hyde is here too," she added, gesturing to Kyle with a small head-jerk in his direction.

[raced_god]

"Hello Melissa!" He said, trying his best to sound "cheerful Ionia". How hard could it be to fool an eight-year old girl? And...Kyle. Kyle was there. Oh. Well, he could still pull it off. Falcon probably should have anticipated it, seeing as this was Kyle's dorm but... "Hello, Mr. Hyde!" Came out a little less enthusiastically. Oh well.

"Ionia brought her art supplies. What did you want to do, Melissa?"

[officer-hyde.livejournal.com]

Well, someone had missed the memo about the heartswap. Had he actually received the news, Kyle would've at least been able to give Melissa some kind of excuse so that Falcon could go about his business and make sure Ionia wasn't Falcon punching buildings in half or crashing his car into the swimming pool or... Whatever it was Ionia would probably do unsupervised.

"Are you ok-- nevermind." He probably would've been a little more concerned, if Melissa hadn't jumped right back up after tripping. "Hey, Ionia," Kyle waved, "Feeling any better?"

[stairblock.livejournal.com]

Melissa, completely disregarding the fact that Kyle had said anything to Ionia, replied, "We can draw. But we also have lots of business to talk about." She gave Ionia a very serious look before continuing, "We should talk about the wedding."

She turned and found a good, empty spot on the floor. And plopped down, waiting for Ionia to follow suit.

"If you want to color, you can too, Mr. Hyde."

[raced_god]

"Ionia is feeling much better, thank you." God Falcon was so sick of talking like that. He was sure it was no problem for Ionia. That's what she was used to. For him, however...what a pain in the ass to conscoiusly speak in the third person.

...Maybe Melissa didn't talk and draw at the same time. So he took the paper and markers and spread them out on the floor, taking a blue one and poising it above the blank sheet. Oh boy. This would be interesting. Falcon wasn't very creative and the best he could do were amorphous blobs with faces on them that may or may not be people. But Ionia would never not want to draw with Melissa, even if all her artistic ability seemed to suddenly disappear.

"What do you think Ionia should draw?"

[stairblock.livejournal.com]

Oh, Falcon, you are about to be sorely disappointed.

"You should draw..." Melissa cocked her head to one side and sucked at her teeth, "I don't know. You should draw... Nancy," she answered, nodding confidently. She grabbed one of the papers Ionia had spread out and a green marker.

[raced_god]

"Okay."

Nancy. Falcon could draw Nancy, right? He put down the blue marker and took a brown and red one, letting the tip hover above the paper before telling himself to "screw it" and diving right in.

...

This wasn't so hard. Not really. In fact, a few quick scribbles of the marker and he was done! And it was beautiful!

[stairblock.livejournal.com]

"Remember how when you said when we get married we're going to share Mr. Falcon, and you said I'd have to share my mom and dad with you?" Melissa asked, lowering her voice to a whisper- though not particularly quiet, "Mr. Hyde said it's alright if I share him instead," she continued. While she spoke, she drew. A lovely picture of Kyle (http://i43.tinypic.com/2nvb4he.jpg).

She glanced over at Ionia's drawing, popping the cap back onto the green marker. "Are you sure you're not still sick?" She rolled onto her back and pouted at her Pikmin-friend. Alright, so Melissa's drawing was about as good as Ionia's was. But Ionia was also about a thousand times better at drawing than Melissa was.

[raced_god]

"Ionia is fine." Falcon said calmly, exchanging the drawing for a fresh sheet of paper and a blue marker. "She is practicing drawing with her right hand." Oh, he was brilliant. Brilliant. In the meantime he needed to move onto things that he knew he could draw. Like...his car. He'd drawn enough blue prints that he was sure he could pull it off.

And...oh boy, the wedding. "That is very good to hear, Melissa!" God how is she so excited all the time. "I would very much like to share Mr. Hyde with you."

...Kinda weird saying that. Just a little.

[stairblock.livejournal.com]

For a moment, Melissa was inclined to ask 'Why?', but then came up with about a dozen reasons as to why someone might want to draw with their weaker hand. Instead, she settled for a calm, "Oh, okay," and took another look at Ionia's drawing. It wasn't that bad...

"Hey," she started again, rolling back onto her front. "Since you brought over your good markers and stuff, maybe we could make the invitations."

Melissa stood, and went to the coffee table. Underneath a pile of newspapers and other things, she found her invite list. "We still don't have a date, huh?" she mused, returning to her previous spot and sitting back down.

[raced_god]

Oh no. Falcon knew if he even tried to draw wedding invitations they would look kind of horrible. Melissa and the real Ionia would probably be sorely disappointed and then he would be in trouble. Not that he was afraid of incurring the wrath of young girls, he just didn't particularly want to. So obviously the best course of action was to stall.

"Ionia thinks we should pick a date first and then draw invitations. When is good for you?"

[stairblock.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Melissa replied, pouting. "I think we should pick a date kinda far away so that everyone has time to know that we're getting married."

Abruptly, Melissa turned and looked at Kyle. "Mr. Hyde," she started, unnecessarily loud, "What day is a good day to get married?" Obviously a grown-up would know more about getting married than Melissa or Ionia did. And since Rawk Hawk wasn't here to ask.

[officer-hyde.livejournal.com]

"A good day to get married?" Kyle repeated, "...Good question." He was probably one of the worst people to ask about weddings, fake-pretendy-playtime ones or not. Geeze, where was a colander calendar when you needed one? "I don't know, what about July?" He shrugged, "You might want to ask Mr. Falcon about it later, anyway."

[raced_god]

"Ionia will ask him." He nodded, playing off the fact that there was obviously no need to ask him. He'd have to talk to the real Ionia later about a good date. But July seemed broad enough. Even if he committed to that particular month right now, there were still thirty-one days for a wedding. Falcon saw no harm in just going along with it. Besides, it wasn't like he had much of a choice anyway.

"July is a good month." Came the simple answer. "I will talk to Papa and he can also help us pick a day."

[stairblock.livejournal.com]

"July..." Melissa repeated, thoughtfully. Melissa could only go up to May in months, but she nodded in agreement anyways. "Okay, thank you Mr. Hyde."

She turned back to her fancy fiance and frowned. "So I guess you don't want to make invitations today, huh?"

[raced_god]

Oh. Maybe Falcon had said the wrong thing. Melissa certainly seemed a little disappointed and that was the last thing he wanted. He needed to save face and he needed to save it fast.

"Ionia will make sure that the date is okay and she will also think up a good design for the invitation."

Appeasement? Maybe.

((d-derp sorry for the sucky tag))

[stairblock.livejournal.com]

It didn't take much to make Melissa turn her frown upside down turn her frown upside down. She nodded again, easing back onto her stomach. "That sounds okay to me."

[raced_god]

Crisis averted. Falcon let out a sigh of relief that he pretended was for the picture he'd just finished.

He held it up triumphantly. Much better then the last one, but that was mostly because he was drawing his car, which was basically the only thing he could draw. "Melissa, would you like Ionia's picture?"