PRETTIES~

[like an incredibly bad parody of Mary Poppins, he's sitting on the fountain rim, crosslegged, frilly black umbrella shielding him from fountain splashing.]

So! So! Did the world end yet? Is it ending any-time soon? Shall I have to get to digging your graves? Shall I have to get to baking cookies? Tell me~ ♥

Okay Alfons, get the hell up.

You're sleeping all the time lately, you need to get out. And I know what will do both of us some good: tool shopping!

So come on, I'm not taking no for an answer!

...that damn cat, was into my research again.

Really, the only reason I've bothered to keep it is because of Greed, but...

*trails off to curse in German instead*

I think I might have a solution to this problem, I mean, of getting out of here. Lessee.. I need lots of metal..and I need Alfons' fuel formula. I'm sure I can improve on it somehow..

*Be careful where you step. You might step on a 2-inch tall, sobbing Noa, with a proportionately extremely large bottle sitting nearby.*

What is this?! Why does the bathroom smell like... I don't even know what this smells like!

What happened in here?!

*If Noa has the foul smell of...SOMETHING. Um...yeah.

That's because she's been using Ed's dorm bathroom (which also might smell of a foul something).

For potion Experiments.

Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Blame Wizard!Ed. Please. He's the one who got her the potionmaking book for her birthday.

So have a Noa walking down the street, holding a very very ( Read more... )

Mommy...?

*Have a Noa at your door. Hugging her Eagle. And her pocketwatch.* 

*yes. Ed is seriously oversleeping. He wakes up every now and then, of course, but blearily decides that it's too warm and comfortable under the blankets to get up and only changes his position before going back to sleep. He's mumbling incoherently at times, Al's name being mentioned often, and Winry's...and sometimes Alfons's as well.*