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The Roof; Sunday Night.

Setsuna knew she should probably get some sleep; it was late, and she had her DAMM class and work tomorrow, but she was feeling rather restless. Like there was too much in her head, but none of it would really manifest into anything real and tangible. She felt like she was in a rather odd spot in her life...she actually had a few choices in front of her and she wasn't even close to be sure how to respond to any of them...

So she sat on the roof, looking out over the island, trying to ~~emo~~ think it all out...

[[ why, yes, it's open! And, yes, it's late right now 0.o ]]

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"It was relatively slow at the Nest, too..." And then a thought struck her. "Oh! Alphonse! You wouldn't happen to know if Cally's back to speaking yet, would you? She came in, without a voice. I was really worried at first, after what happened this summer, but she seemed generally okay with it, like it would pass without too much a problem..."

Alphonse raised his eyebrows. "Cally? No, actually, I haven't seen her in... a while, come to think of it. Do you know what happened?"

"She's just gotten back from basic training, apparantly, and I believe she said it was a spell? Most of her attention was focused on Mac, though, because she's miss--" Setsuna cut herself off with a blink. "Wow, I'm really not doing too well on this 'let's talk about something less worrisome' thing..."

"Huh." Alphonse made a thoughtful look. "Maybe it isn't," he said. "It wouldn't be the first time a spell went awry."

"That is quite true," Setsuna agreed with a nod.

Alphonse shook his head. "It makes me wonder why people try to use it, sometimes-- all it ever seems to do is mess up."

Setsuna shrugged. "It all depends on how it's being used, really. Unless the magic is very minor, using it frivolously always leads to problems. Always....It is important to keep in mind a balance of things, and to keep the power that comes with magic in check."

"Perhaps," Alphonse said, uncrossing his arms to stretch them out over his knees again. "I know that much. Maybe I'm still kind of wary of it, because it seems like it messes up more than it benefits. I don't want anything to really go wrong because of it."

"Couldn't the same be said for anything, though?" Setsuna asked. "My swordwork, your alchemy...anything that gives us to do something more than what the average person can has the ability to turn around and harm us just as much as help us..."

A part of Alphonse told him he'd heard the same thing from someone-- he just couldn't pinpoint who. "But that," Alphonse continued, with a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "is different. Alchemy doesn't mess up just because-- and with your swordwork, I know you've had enough training to not go wrong, somewhere."

"Magic, as I've grown to understand it," Setsuna explained, "works the same way. It shouldn't mess up just because, and it won't, if you know what you're doing and you're doing it correctly. Case in point: my paper magic. I remember, a while ago, back in Japan, where something was up on the class field trip to Kyoto that required Negi-sensei to help with something, but he still needed to be there so that the other students didn't think anything was wrong. So I taught him how to make a doppleganger....and it ended up a disaster, because he didn't know how to do it properly. And I failed to alert him to some of the consquences..."

He knew she was right, but Alphonse never really grew to fully like it, and so his stubborn side decided he didn't want to think of it that way. It never proved itself to be, anyway, so at least he felt somewhat justified thinking so.

"Mmn, I guess..." Alphonse responded with, and he wasn't that stubborn to further debate it. "It all doesn't make sense."

Setsuna's head tilted. "Where do you feel it lacks in sense?"

Alphonse rubbed at the side of his head sheepishly. "It's all, so... different. There's so many variations of it that don't always follow the same rules, and whatever those rules are don't always follow logic, and... It's confusing."

Setsuna smiled a little wryly. "I suppose it can be a little difficult to keep up with. Almsot makes me glad that I work so little magic, really..."

"Same here," Alphonse agreed. "Alchemy is so much easier. Most of the stuff in Ms. Calendar's class last semester went right over my head."

"Easier?" Setsuna chuckled a little. "I still don't get how you do all of that..."

"Of course!" Alphonse replied, as if it were obvious. "It actually makes sense, and follows scientific principles, doesn't defy anything and works."

Setsuna chuckled lightly again. "Well, in my opinion, any good sort of magic should be the same, but, you're right, there's just too many different kinds of that..."

Alphonse let out a sigh, with a comedic-looking exasperated expression. "Oh, well. There's a lot of it here, anyway, so as long as there is I guess there's going to be people who use it."

"And," Setsuna had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing a little as she pointed out, "as far as I know, magic has never blown up a common room."

Come on. He had to know it was going to surface eventually.

Alphonse opened his mouth, yet didn't say anything, then promptly turned an impressive shade of red as he began to bury his face in his hands. "That was an experiment," he hastily replied, emphasizing greatly on the last word-- there was definitely, certainly a difference. Alphonse slumped over, putting his chin to his knees again. "A really dumb one that should have worked..."

Oh, it had made him blush! Alphonse's defeated response was enacted so adorably that, before she realized it, Setsuna had drapped an arm over his shoulder and hugged him. Of course, when she realized what she was doing, she had a sharp urge to pull away, but she was already here, and reacting strongly to what she'd done would only draw more attention to it so, now as red as he was, she just emphasised a little squeeze instead. "I apologize," she said, smiling slightly still, "that was a rather dirty move to pull on my part, wasn't it?"

While the hug came off as an unexpected one, Alphonse was a huggy kind of person to begin with, so he didn't really think too much on it. "Nah, don't feel bad," he replied, shifting in place absentmindedly to get his-- and possibly Setsuna's, as well-- position to be more comfortable. "It wouldn't be the first time. It was our fault that happened, still."

The hug was happily maintained through the comfortable shift, as Setsuna started to think that being close to Alphonse like this was nice, and until her mind started thinking of the last time they were close like this and it wasn't one of those much needed, clinging after emotional drain hugs that they'd shared so often, but that kiss...

...which she had, up until then, actually done a pretty good job of getting out of her head. With a gulp and renewed blush, Setsuna's arms loosened and she shifted away. Definately enough closy hugging and such now...

"P...perhaps," she said, and then, oh-so-deftly, sequed into, "Feels like it's getting kind of late. I have my DAMM class and work tomorrow, too...."

The Roof; Sunday Night.

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