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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

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

It better look great, I worked my ass off. I just want to roll over and do nothing for the next three hours.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

I like this plan.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

*Sprawls out on floor* Uuuuugh. I want a soft bed but I don't want to get up and waaaaalk to the Inn.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Thats why I'm not walking to the Inn.

*Decides Winry's stomach would make a great pillow and uses it as such*

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Right.

*Looks down at him using her stomach*

That's not fair. You've got my soft tummy and I have nothing but hard floor.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Want my coat?

*OFFERS COAT FOR TO BE A PILLOW*

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Fine, hand me that.

*takes coat :| *

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*Forks over coat*

*also big yawn*

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

*Bundles up coat and puts it under her head to use as pillow*

Cover your mouth when you yawn; it's rude if you don't.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

Yeahsorry.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Not a problem.

*UGH CAN'T ROLL OVER BECAUSE OF ED ON STOMACH. Ohwell. Just stares at cieling. *

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*ceiliiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*

...Hey, Winry.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Ed?

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

You said there was somethin' you wanted to talk to me about, like...last weekish, I think?

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

Oh.


Right.



Um. That was... about...


It was nothing.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*eyebrow arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrch*

Nothin', huh?

*pokes her in the ribs*

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

*Small blush*

YEAH. NOTHING.

*EEP. MAH RIBS. Jumps a little. :O *

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

You're full of shit, y'know that.

*a couple more pokes*

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

And you're an annoying asshole.

*Shoves him away*

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*hooks an arm around her waist.*

NO. You're my pillow.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

*PUSH SHOVE PUSH*

NOT ANYMORE.

*Throws his coat at him*

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*cling*

Too bad. You're comfortable.

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

I SAID GET OFF.

[upyourscolonel.livejournal.com]

*ow fuck*

FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE.

*tosses the jacket back at her*

[automailmaker.livejournal.com]

*Immediately balls it up and throws it back*