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[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

*Winry can be found scrubbing the floors of an empty studio which she rented with money borrowed from an Ed she had met. The place needed cleaning, and she still had to buy tools and materials, but after a while this would turn into a mighty fine automail workshop. So the girl continues to wash the floors vigorously on her hands and knees with a powerful smelling cleaner and a sponge. Winry doesn't want the cleaner to stain any of her clothes, so she wears as little as she can while still being decent. This means she can be seen wearing the black tube top and shorts. Anyone is welcome to pay her a visit*

I wonder what people do for fun around here?

Comments

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

No. None.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. Go back out and look again, if you want. You don't have to keep me company.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Yes I do.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

No, you don't.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Well I'm going to ANYWAY, so NOW WHAT.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

If you're going to hang around you might as well work.

*THROWS SPONGE AT YOUR FACE*

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*Catches it. With face.*

...That WAS kind of the idea to begin with.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

I would have told you to get back out there, but I don't feel like arguing with your stubborn ass.

*Grabs a different different sponge to work with. *

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

I've been fucking out there for like three days straight with no sleep. I will GLADLY clean your floor.

*GLADLY CLEANS HER FLOOR*

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

*Throws her last sponge at his head again*

Three days, no sleep!?

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*Sponge'd*

I was looking for Al.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Well now you're not. GO GET SOME FUCKING REST.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

I AM resting.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

I mean get some sleep, asshole.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

I don't feel like it, FATTY.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

CALL ME THAT AGAIN, EDWARD ELRIC, AND I WILL KICK YOU IN THE NUTS SO HARD YOUR FATHER WILL FEEL IT AND WEEP.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

...See, now I'm torn. WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME AN OPTION LIKE THAT?

I'm sorry you're not fat. You are actually in great shape.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

You're horrible.

Yeah, I make these shorts look good.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Yeah.



...Yeah.

*May or may not be staring*

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

*GLAAAAAAAAAARE*

Aren't you tired?

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*blink*

Oh. Yeah.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Then go get some sleep, mister "up for three days straight."

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

I don't feel like walking back to the Inn. I'm fucking exhausted.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

I could carry you.

Or just fall asleep on the floor over in that corner. It should be dry by now.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Like being carried by a girl would be good for my image.

I'll try sleeping in that corner.