l...lol

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

[The gate opens and Winry walks out of it. She's dressed in her black outfit that she usually wears and her blue hooded cloak with a flamel cross on the back. After she exits the gate, it vanishes into thin air.]

This isn't Munich. Why am I back in Central?

WHAT THE HELL?!

Tch I'll get down to the bottom of this and figure out what's wrong.

After all, I am the Fullmetal Alchemist!



((ooc: Yeeeah Edward!Winry. Be afraid. Be very afraid and yes she's about as short as Ed.))

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[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

I'm the Fullmetal Alchemist. And what do you mean?

I'm wearing what I normally wear.

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

But... Edward is... ah, right. You're not the Winry I know. eventually I'll get used to this...

Where I'm from, Elric is Fullmetal. And that's definitely very different from anything I ever saw you wearing.

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

[Her brain is starting to break]

The hell are you talking about? Have you been drinking?

[Stands up on her tippy toes and tries to see she can smell alcohol on his breath]

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

N-no, I'm quite sober today... we're in a fake sort of Central...

....

*squints* Wait... you seem smaller than the Winry I know, too.

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

A fake Ce.....

[Eye twitch. Flails arms.]

WHO ARE YOU CALLIN SO SMALL YOU'D BE ABLE TO PICK HER UP WITH TWEEZERS?!?!

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

*half-steps backwards, looking a bit suprised*

Uh..huh. I see...you've got Ed's temper, as well as his clothes. and you're just as touchy about your height

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

[Grits teeth, trying to calm herself.]

I am not short I am vertically challenged.

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

Right. God just built the ground too close to your ass, eh?

*snerks*

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

Why I oughtta...

[Tackle pounce]

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

*topples over, not expecting to be tackled*

Urf...gitoff me, Winry! *winces, feeling metal poking him in a few uncomfortable spots*

... waitaminit. Automail? figures...

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

[Grins triumphantly]

Say I'm Roy Mustang and I apologize and I suck!

You say it or else!

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

... over my dead body, pipsqueak. *manages to pull one glove on* Now move! You're heavier than I thought you'd be.

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

I'm going to transmute your face into a wall!

[Ohshi the glove. Maybe she should have thought about this before doing it. Still]

You're gonna pay for calling me short all those times and calling me heavy! What's that supposed to mean, huh? Are you calling me FAT?!?!

WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO HEAVY THEY WEIGH THE SIZE OF A FULL LUMBER TRUCK?!?!

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

Oh for the love of- *shoves his ungloved hand against your face, pushing you backwards off him* You've got metal limbs, do you really expect to feel light as a feather?

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

[Falls back and pouts]

Not funny!

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

*sits up, pulling his other glove on - just to be safe*

Yeah, yeah. Spare me, Fullmetal.

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

[Sits up and folds her arms across her chest]

One of these days you will say those words. I'll get you when you least expect it.

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

...because I was really expecting it 5 minutes ago, eh?

*scowls, smacking dust out of his tunic* Damnit... I just cleaned this, too.

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

Ha! Next time I'll really catch you off guard.

[Smirks and notices the water fountain about five feet away oh]

Aw, now what are you going to do? Pout?

[Grins mischievously]

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

*notices the fountain, running gloved fingers through his hair with a sigh*

Woo, a fountain. You win.

*scowls, finally getting to his feet*

I won't pout, but I might make you do my laundry, kid.

[winrysfullmetal.livejournal.com]

[Stands up and dusts herself off then raises an eyebrow]

Y....Laundry?

What the hell I am not your bitch.

[warm-blue-flame.livejournal.com]

*grins* 'Bitch' is such a crude way to phrase it. Assistant is so much more... pleasant.

*continues dusting himself off, keeping an eye out for projectile Winrys*