All grown up...

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

[Half a step ago, this Edward was walking along the streets of Central, on his way to Gracia's house. When his foot hits the pavement, he is still walking along the streets of Central...but those streets have changed, and something is very wrong.]

[Startled, then alarmed, he looks left and right, turns in a circle, darts down an alley that didn't exist a second ago to search there. He's recognizably Edward Elric, but older, in his mid-twenties at least, with the strong jaw and broad shoulders of a young man. And he's tall. There's no dodging the fact, even as his shoulders hunch and his golden eyes start to flash with fear. Spotting the nearest passerby, he shouts with a note of panicky fury in his voice:]

Where the hell are my kids?!

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[tsukiyabure.livejournal.com]

I don't, but I don't know what any of this bullshit is, so you could be one!

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

Oh, for... [Ed rubs his temple for a moment, then gives the kid a look.] How old are you? And how long have you known...your Winry? [He's not sure what else to call it.]

[tsukiyabure.livejournal.com]

Fifteen, and all my life. No way I'd ever marry her.

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

[This is rapidly rising in the ranks of most awkward conversations he's ever had in his life. Including the time he spat coffee all over Hawkeye's dog.]

You've never looked at her and...? [God, this is so awkward.] You know. Ever?

[tsukiyabure.livejournal.com]

N-no! Never! [He is SO SURE this is the truth, but well. maybe once or twice he has] She's like my sister! My really psycho, violent sister.

[fullgrownmetal.livejournal.com]

[Was there a time when he thought like that about Winry? He can't remember. Probably, knowing him.]

Okay, all right! [He holds up his hands.] Look, you're from another world or some shit. Maybe your Winry is different. Doesn't sound much different... [The urge to laugh is rising again. He stifles it. Mostly.] But...how should I know.