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[cuddlefish]

Ed: *notices who is on his doorstep* ...oh, hell.

Roy: Hello, Edward.

Ed: *leaning back to yell in through screen door* Winry! Get my gun! It's that goddamn colonel again!

Winry: You brought it out with you, it should be right there.

Ed: *looks down and discovers rifle at feet* Oh, hey. *picks it up, points it at Roy's head, and tries to pull the trigger, a couple of times, but nothing happens* ......it's broken.

Winry: *now at the screendoor* Turn the safety off.

Ed: *frowns, brings it down for inspection, and fiddles with it, until he accidentally sets it off. Thankfully, it is aimed off to the side of the porch, possibly on purpose, and the bullet heads for some trees, frightening a few birds* ...damn.

Winry: *looks exasperated and frightened* ED! *bursts out of the screen door and stands in front of him* Give it to me. I'm...gonna make some adjustments.

Ed: *hands it over to Winry, watching her go back in* Crap.

Roy: *clears throat, or maybe giggles a little, can't tell*

Ed: *turns back to Roy and GLARES*

Roy: *smirks* ...am I supposed to learn from this that you weren't meant for the military because you can't fire a gun?

Ed: Shut up. I never needed to know how.

Roy: You sure didn't.

Ed is acting like a moron because there is nobody for the bullet to hit out there, and scaring birds is something he always held off on because he was too cool and too busy preserving the natual flow of life or some crap like that. Now that he's retired, he doesn't care, and chasing birds is FUN. Someday he'll get over it and make nice with them or get one to eat out of his hand to show What a Gentle Soul He Really Is.

Winry might have made the gun. I haven't decided yet. She's thinking deep things about the military. And air conditioners.

Roy is SO lonely. He wants a Long Island iced tea, or a margarita, or a martini. Or Winry's lemonade.


Now I'm just going to figure out what parts of this that I think are new are actually recycled from one of my own previous entries. I, uh, do that sometimes. I'm stupid, you know.

If you don't know, that means Ed and Winry living in some tiny shack in some very country, southern place with plenty of heat and humidity and possibly alligators. Ed is retired, he's fixed himself and Al, and now he's enjoying his retirement. Winry lives with him and tinkers a lot on several projects that will one day be an air conditioner, an electric fan, and something that makes fried eggs. She also fixes peoples' refrigerators and blenders. The shack is houselike enough, and it has a porch with a rocking chair. Ed spends a great deal of time out there wearing a 'beater, jeans, and sweat, and drinking something rather alcoholic. Every couple of days or so, Roy, who is still with the military, comes by, drinks lemonade, and tries to rerecruit Ed, unsuccessfully.

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[moumusu.livejournal.com]

Nice icon. <3

I'm glad you seem to love the sweaty Ed as much as I do. XBBBB