♨ 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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[dawnbrigadier]

[He was dropping in to see if they had any daggers or knives. He wants to expand his collection. But he's very quickly distracted by the girl bleeding all over the place. He takes a quick step toward her, but then stops, hesitating to barge into her personal space.]

H-hey, what the heck are you doing!?

[crytearsofjoy]

[She looks up like nothing's wrong.] Huh? May I help you?

[dawnbrigadier]

Your arm! [How can she seem so unfazed? Does she have no feeling, or something?]

[wings_thatwait]

Oh, this? It's just a simple prosthetic. [For now that seems to be the case as she pulls the screwdriver out. It makes a noise that would make most stomach turn.]

[dawnbrigadier]

I-... [He was gonna say 'I didn't know', apologetically for the most part, but then he shakes his head. Something about this still isn't right.] You're bleeding.

[crytearsofjoy]

No, I'm not.

[dawnbrigadier]

I know blood when I see it.

[crytearsofjoy]

Did you come in here for something, sir?

[dawnbrigadier]

...Yeah. I-... [A hand rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. This didn't go as he'd expected.] Sorry, I guess. I was just trying to help out.