AN: Nope I don't even know any more. I just got this idea and wrote it on vacation. And I can SWEAR I've seen a comic where Issun said "Hey babe" to Tuskle whilst leaning in her doorframe. And yes I do ship SamikleXTuskle shut up I don't know what I was thinking either.

Samikle sighed, glancing up at the figure sitting on the snow-drift covered cliff above him. How desperately he wanted to go up there and tell her his feelings, but he had no idea where to start or how to even use words. He was already tongue-tied, and he was over twenty feet away.

"Hey, Sammie!"

Samikle groaned. He knew that voice, he knew it too well, and despite it now being the voice of a Celestial Envoy, he still did not like it, and he most certainly did not need to hear that voice right now. "…What do you want, and what is with that stupid nickname!?"

The tiny bouncing green ball stopped bouncing for a second, as if he was shrugging. Seeing as he was so tiny, though, Samikle couldn't be sure… "I've been nicknaming everyone since I met Ammy- Amaterasu or Shiranui to you. Like Waka. He's half-baked, half baked prophet, fruitcake, pretty boy-"

"I don't want to know," Samikle cut in suddenly, rubbing his temples. Though he barely knew this "Waka", he honestly thought "pretty boy" was an odd nickname for someone the Poncle apparently hated. Again, Issun stopped bouncing, as if to shrug. "Hey, that one's not my fault. Ammy was the one to suggest I call him that."

Samikle nearly choked. "You must be kidding."

"Hey, I wish I was kidding even more than you wished not to know."

There was an awkward silence that surrounded them for a few moments, before Issun began bouncing and talking again. "Anyway, as to what I want, I just saw you standing here like ya had nothing better to do, with this certain, like, lovesick look and I wanted to see what that was about."

Samikle flushed, grateful that his falcon mask hid his expression. Then again, considering that the Poncle had been able to tell he was lovesick, who knew how safe his mask was… "H-how could y-you tell?"

….Darn that stupid stuttering that suddenly came into his voice. Again, the Poncle stopped bouncing to shrug. "You were staring. You sighed. You looked like a guy in heaven but not quite in heaven yet."

The last part of Issun's statement made no sense, and Samikle ignored it. "…Fine. I will admit, I have some… lady problems…" the Oina tribesman admitted with a sigh. "YES! I KNEW it! …With who?"

Samikle rubbed his temples with his fingers yet again. "…How to put this… Look and see yourself?"

He could only imagine what Issun was thinking as he stopped bouncing, presumably to look up. "…Woah… no way… I mean, I guess you two are both a bit bookish, but… Tuskle? Isn't she a shaman…?"

Samikle glared at the green ball of light. "Yes, I am well aware of who and what she is. It does not mean that I cannot have a crush on her, right?" he queried, growing more annoyed by the second. However, he quickly sobered up again, hanging his head. "But… I have no idea how to tell her- how to even attempt to begin to talk to her, and let her know my feelings…" he admitted, shaking his head. At this admission, Issun started bouncing again with a laugh. "No idea, you say? So, am I to be correct in assuming that you need help in getting the girl?"

Samikle did not understand why, but Issun's glow started to flicker to yellow at the height of his jumps. "Yes," he admitted slowly. Issun continued to bounce. "But you have no idea who to turn to for advice, as someone might look down on you for liking your local shaman, eh?"

Samikle sighed. "No."

Issun had at some point jumped onto his robe and made his way onto the Oina's head. Samikle suddenly realized something… "Wait… you could help, couldn't you?"

He couldn't believe he was asking this question of Issun, of all people, but he had to concede the point that Issun was a lady expert. The glowing green ball on his head jumped, turning yellow. "Bingo! Well, I'm not known from Kamiki Village to Sei'An City to Kusa Village and even to here as a lady's man for nothing?"

Samikle felt worried about the Poncle's mental health now. "…What do I have to do?" he asked, deciding to put this disturbing thought aside. Issun jumped off his head, leaping to the side. Samikle got the sense he was smirking. "Well, you can do some anonymous or old-fashioned way, or you could do something that makes just about any woman simply fawn over you."

"…What's the 'make any woman fawn over you' way?"

Samikle knew Issun was definitely smirking now. "Well, you just go on over to her house, and fling open the door, like you're the MAN."

Issun stopped bouncing and leaned against a rock. "Then, you just lean up against her doorframe and go, 'hey, babe'…"

Ammy looked down in shock as a green ball of light flew through the air towards her and landed right on her paw. "…Issun…? What the heck just happened…?"

Issun groaned, shaking himself off. "A word of warning to ya, furball. Never, ever, give Samikle 'new-fangled' dating advice."

"….Samikle wanted to figure out how to date?" Ammy asked, tone incredulous. Issun groaned again in pain before responding. "Yeah, I'm surprised, too, Ammy. I mean, he's not really the type to be asking; he could've just read about it without needing to ask me and then kick me halfway across Kamui-"

"No, no, no. That's not what I meant! I'm surprised that Samikle is actually attempting to date someone! I thought he would be asexual, like my brother!"

To Issun, who could never comprehend how someone could be asexual, he could do nothing else but facepalm.