{obsessive cleaner is obsessive}

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

[wearing an apron and grumbling to himself as he hefts a bag of groceries]

What the fuck is wrong with this place. The streets are nasty, the alleyways are filthy, the sake is rare and the market is useless. There aren't any convenience stores! And there are creepy guys who look like me and there's this weird...thing that eats stuff.

...

I wish Winry-chan and that moron was here, though. Would be good to yell at him...

OKAY. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING HERE AND WHEN I'M GONNA BE GOING HOME.

Comments

[envy-our-honey.livejournal.com]

No, and you'd be an idiot to even think you could stand up to me.

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

What the - YOU STARTED IT.

[envy-our-honey.livejournal.com]

Doesn't mean I wanted a fight, spazzoid.

Now, riling you up...That's another story.

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

YOU'RE GETTING A KICK OUT OF THIS, AREN'T YOU.

[glares]

[envy-our-honey.livejournal.com]

PERHAPS.

*Grins like a Cheshire Cat*

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

AGHHHHH.

Okay, so let's pretend this is a rational action of yours. Why the everliving fuck are you picking on me? There has to be tonnes of other...Eds...to pick on!

[envy-our-honey.livejournal.com]

Because they're all quiet at the moment, you're the only one making a bitchy racket right now blondie.

[di-spirit-ed.livejournal.com]

QUIT IT WITH THE BITCHY COMMENTS ALREADY. I'm not a girl, if it wasn't obvious.

[envy-our-honey.livejournal.com]

But you're bitching like one on PMS.

Therefore, your gender is a mute point.