♨ Six Apples and Cinnamon - Action ♨

[crytearsofjoy]

[The rain puts a damper on Winry's plans. She had intended to spread out a blanket, and eat outside the smithy during her lunch break today. Instead she stays inside, sitting by the couch. She welcomes all who come in, whether they be costumers, or just seeking refuge from the rain. In front of her she has a sandwich, and a juice box.]

[But that's

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka hadn't been paying much attention to Winry and after returning from a class at the school, he initially just gives her a slight wave as he goes to find his own lunch. He has to do a double take when he notices blood and what she's doing. He'll be coming at her and trying to take the screwdriver away.]

What in the hell are you doing!?

[crytearsofjoy]

[She protests as he tries to take it away.] What does it look like? Give that back!

[markofthewise]

Blood, that's what! [And no, he's not giving it back. He's ripping off his sleeve and is going to try and bind that gaping wound.] What were you thinking!?

[crytearsofjoy]

[She'll block his attempt at her arm.] What blood? Sokka, what's wrong with you? I'm just doing a maintenance check on my arm!

[markofthewise]

... what?

[He momentarily pauses in confusion at that. But good sense takes over and he'll be trying to get to her arm anyway.] You need to be still! We have to get you to the clinic!

[wings_thatwait]

Don't be a moron! This isn't funny! Give my screwdriver back, and leave me alone.

[markofthewise]

[If this keeps up, he might just have to club her with a wrench. He'll try reason for a little bit longer.]

You can't do maintenance on your arm, Winry. Last I checked, you're flesh and blood like me. Now give me your arm. [That last part comes off as more than a threat than he intended, but if it gets the point across...]

[crytearsofjoy]

What are you talking about? I've always had automail for my left arm.

[markofthewise]

Winry, I've seen your arm! And I've seen you work on your automail. That is not automail. Now give me your hand.

[crytearsofjoy]

No! [She holds it to herself, and it's like she doesn't even register any pain that she should be feeling.] I've always had it!

[markofthewise]

... okay. Winry. What is automail made out of?

[wings_thatwait]

Steel and iron of course! However the percentage depends on what type of automail that is being made.

[markofthewise]

[He grabs at her right hand and holds that up.] And what is this made out of?

[crytearsofjoy]

[Winry tries to yank it back.] Flesh and bone! Why are you being so weird?!

[markofthewise]

[And he'll let her. He points at her other arm.] Then why is your 'automail' arm made of the same stuff as your other arm?

[crytearsofjoy]

It's... not? Why can't you see that? My left arm is definitely a prosthetic.