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[edmuse]

There is a thoroughly emo Ed.

He is hiding.

Someone should tell him that the roof is where everybody comes to emo, and that he's not safe here. Duh.

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[edmuse]

"Liquors bad for you," replies Edward, who could probably tell you that the unidentifable liquor was probably toxic.

[edmuse]

"Sulking doesn't make your organs pickle!"

[edmuse]

The look Ed gives Harper is somewhere between 'ew' and 'wtf no'.

"I'll pass."

[edmuse]

"None of your business," Edward says, as he settles back against the low wall around the roof, folding his arms.

[edmuse]

"...no, but that doesn't help," Edward says, looking down at his gimpy foot. "I need an automail mechanic."

He didn't KNOW what Harper was capable of.

[edmuse]

"It requires nerve work. I don't have-- uh, pardon the term-- feeling in the foor. Can't make it move." He shrugs a little, eyeing Harper speculatively. "You think you can do that?"

[edmuse]

There is a loooooooooooooooooooong look. "...Androids? Artificial humans?"

...Wow, watch Ed look like he's about to flee. "I'll pass, thanks."

[edmuse]

There is eyeballing.

Ed is silent.