honootaisa.livejournal.com*Its raining, and we all know a certain alchemist who rather detests rain, so of course he grumbles about it all the way from his apartment to the bar.
Jacket pulled over his head, he runs the whole way, trying not to get soaked but failing miserably.
Upon arriving at The Devil's Nest, he finds it emptier than usual, not even Winry or Ed around at the moment, at least as far as he can see and hear.
Hanging up his sopping wet jacket, he goes behind the counter, grabbing a towel to dry off his hair.*
There should be a law against raining in fake cities...