{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

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Well I wouldn't sooner kill you than date you, that's for sure.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Uh....huh.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Right.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

....

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

WHAT.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

I don't know how to respond to that.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Why?

Why not just go, "WHATEVER, DON'T CARE." And scamper off to cause more trouble?

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Sure, if you want me to.