[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Xz8WOqN.png[/img][/center][hr][color=gold]"Very well, that's not something you see every day,"[/color] Hohenheim said to herself as Titanica turned around and seemed to listen to her words. [color=gold]"Before we do anything else, I would like to make our cooperation conform to the word of the law. I don't fancy the idea of becoming a cosmic punchbag if you know what I mean."[/color]

[color=gold]"To make everything as lawful as possible, we should write a contract. Sadly, I'm a little short on supplies,"[/color] Hohenheim said, stepping out of the pool and taking a seat on the comfortably fluffy back of her chimera. The Alchemist crossed her legs and rested her hand on her knees; apparently, she was feeling rather at home right now, if the ever-present smirk on her face was any indication. [color=gold]"Why do you not go fetch me three down feathers of a roc's chick, a kraken's ink sac and a patch of black goat's leather so that we can write a proper contract before I begin sharing my wisdom with you, Miss Curvy Lizard?"[/color]

[color=gold]"Or we can seal our partnership with a more... intimate method. Your choice..."[/color] Hohenheim smirked, summoning her cape and wrapped it around her bare shoulders to cover —or perhaps, call attention to— her body as she waited for Titanica's answer.