Back home, have some Winry crack.
Winry is very condusive to crack.
Power, by Winry Rockbell
"This!" I said, my hands pressed up against the glass case, staring up at it. "This, this, this!"
Edward stepped back, looking at the most beautiful wrench in the world. The only wrench able to reduce me completely to tears from a single glint of sun across it's beveled edge...
And of course Edward had to break my beautiful dream with simple practicality. "That's expensive," he said. "Don't think you can afford that, Winry."
I took my hands off the glass case, placing them carefully on my hips, watching him, wiping the tears of joy the wrench had brought so easily into my eyes, glaring at him. "You!" I said emphatically, stepping forward, my own wrench in my hand, comfortable between my palm and forefinger. "You promised me that you'd buy me something here!"
One, two, three steps forward and Alphonse was between us, begging me not to hurt Edward. I narrowed my eyes and looked up at him. "He promised," I repeated to Al.
Al visibly cringed, clanking back, leaving only about a meter between the older Elric and my wrench.
Suddenly, I smiled, grabbing Ed's wrist. Watery puppy dog eyes carefully aded to the mix and I dragged him over to the display. "Just think of how quickly I could repair your automail with this!" I said jubilantly.
It was a question of who could last longer.
Edward may be strong, but in the grips of Rockbell, he was too easily molded. Best wrench I ever owned.
Power, by Winry Rockbell
"This!" I said, my hands pressed up against the glass case, staring up at it. "This, this, this!"
Edward stepped back, looking at the most beautiful wrench in the world. The only wrench able to reduce me completely to tears from a single glint of sun across it's beveled edge...
And of course Edward had to break my beautiful dream with simple practicality. "That's expensive," he said. "Don't think you can afford that, Winry."
I took my hands off the glass case, placing them carefully on my hips, watching him, wiping the tears of joy the wrench had brought so easily into my eyes, glaring at him. "You!" I said emphatically, stepping forward, my own wrench in my hand, comfortable between my palm and forefinger. "You promised me that you'd buy me something here!"
One, two, three steps forward and Alphonse was between us, begging me not to hurt Edward. I narrowed my eyes and looked up at him. "He promised," I repeated to Al.
Al visibly cringed, clanking back, leaving only about a meter between the older Elric and my wrench.
Suddenly, I smiled, grabbing Ed's wrist. Watery puppy dog eyes carefully aded to the mix and I dragged him over to the display. "Just think of how quickly I could repair your automail with this!" I said jubilantly.
It was a question of who could last longer.
Edward may be strong, but in the grips of Rockbell, he was too easily molded. Best wrench I ever owned.