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It's late at night, and Ed should not be up; but his sleeping habits have never been anything resembling normal. Lately, he's either slept too much or not at all, and tonight he's gone for the latter. But he didn't quite have any other choice.
He's working on finishing his first rocket - his first one by himself, not assisting Alfons or watching the others while fumbling at figuring out what's going on. He knows he's got it right this time, and while it's not going to travel very far... damnit, it's his.
So. Edward Elric, in the house garage. He's all dirty and his hair is mussed, half falling out of the braid he attempted hours earlier. He's not wearing his best clothing, he's kneeling on the ground, screwing something together.
At least check, it was two-thirty am.
He's working on finishing his first rocket - his first one by himself, not assisting Alfons or watching the others while fumbling at figuring out what's going on. He knows he's got it right this time, and while it's not going to travel very far... damnit, it's his.
So. Edward Elric, in the house garage. He's all dirty and his hair is mussed, half falling out of the braid he attempted hours earlier. He's not wearing his best clothing, he's kneeling on the ground, screwing something together.
At least check, it was two-thirty am.