Just a few moments ago, Chaz was screaming in terror, hanging on for dear life, and praying to various protective powers that he wasn't about to die.

He wanted to do it again.

It was a ride, of course. He had just gotten off, and was now more visibly wobbly than people with two feet firmly on the ground. Being dizzy and floating was not exactly a great combination. However, he couldn't stop giggling. It was a giggle to himself (which meant everyone could hear him; he was a loud person) and it would burst out of him every few moments. A giggle of relief, fun, and happiness. A giggle that showed his great enjoyment of life.

The problem was, he really was pretty wobbly. He was bumping into people left and right (and sometimes in front of him, too), and couldn't stop. He didn'tmind. It just made him giggle more.

He bumped into someone rather hard and was bounced off, landing on the ground. His jacket covered his lack of height, but if someone looked hard enough that would see that the bumps of his legs only went down to about what should be stomach level of this person.

Giggling even louder than before, he said, "Sorry, sorry," but couldn't get much else out that was comprehensible.

He loved this place, really he did. The rides were spectacular. Or at least enough to make him feel a rush of adrenaline, and both amounted to the same thing. Alphonse was in high spirits.

They weren’t even dampened when someone bumped into him. But the person who’d done so had ricocheted off of him and into the ground.

“It’s all right -- here,” Alphonse started, stretching out an arm in an offer to help the other up, and then caught sight of his hair.

He was in love.

With the hair. Just the hair. Red, and it looked longer than his, but it was everywhere. …that was just too cool. "You okay?"

Chaz giggled again. "Totally fine. What about you?"

Sure, Chaz didn't weight that much, but it was the thought that counted.

Then, almost as an afterthought, he said, "Awesome hair, dude."

He grabbed the outstretched hand and used it to pull himself up. As stated, he didn't weigh very much, and weighed even less when floating.

Ego, self-image, self-esteem: plus ten points. He liked attention and praise, which was what the remark about his hair obviously fell under, so... happy Alphonse.

“Just wonderful.” Pause. “Andyourstoo.” He didn’t mean to gush like that or give off the wrong impression, but it was just… well, neat. And he liked his hair, too!

Right. Enough of that. Uh. Awkward pause. Were you supposed to leave now? Or were you supposed to stay and chitchat a while? …crap.

Chaz grinned. He reached up and gingerly felt his hair, trying to see what it looked like today.

"Thanks again," he said, a big smile on his face. He paused for just a second to feel his hair a bit more, then said, "Do you like rides?"

Sure, rides were fun, but they were more fun when you had people to scream with. And Chaz didn't care if he knew the person or not.

Ooh! No chitchat required. Rides! Yay.

"Love 'em." He was grinning, too, and stuck a hand out once more. "My name's Alphonse."

Chaz stuck his tiny hand in Alphonse's, saying, "I'm Chaz."

He looked around, taking in the different rides.

"So, uh, which one Phonsie?" He looked back at Alphonse, grinning.

Quick shake, and then his hand was placed back into the pockets of his baggy black pants. "That one," he said, decisively pointing towards something on his left. He wasn't even sure of its name, which was sure to constitute some sort of amusement park sin, but it looked like it had a relatively short line.

"Nice to meet you. Come here often?" If he'd been anyone else, it would have sounded like a pick-up line.

"Only as often as my stomach lets me. Which is a lot."

He glanced at the ride, and checked the height requirement. It was bigger than he was, but, well, he didn't care.

"Sounds good." He started off, imitating the bouce of people who walked.