this one's kinda pointless
“If I was a vampire, I don’t think I’d want your blood.”
That was random, but Winry had learned just to go along with whatever Ed said. Unless he was trying to be macho - then she had to bash his brain in. this, though, did nothing to raise her ire - it was just weird.
“Hmm,” she said, peering around his shoulder. She was standing in between his legs, peering behind him to examine his arm. Maybe it would have made more sense to just walk around him, but whatever, she had taken baths with him before. If he got flustered over this, he was just a pansy. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I have my nose in your neck right now, and I don’t see the appeal,” he said. “I am so not turned on.”
Pft. He was a pansy! What a bummer; suddenly Ed was a lot less of an admirable hero. Maybe you should start idolizing Al…
“You make no sense, stupid,” she said, twisting a screw tighter and stepping back with a tug on his braid. “Obviously you don’t see the appeal. You’re not a vampire.”
“How do you know?” he fired back petulantly. “There are lots of vampires named Edward.”
Winry tossed him a flat look as she snatched up her wrench. Ed flinched, but she was using her work wrench for once, and she only moved toward his leg for a tweaking. She appreciated the reaction, though.
“If you were a vampire,” Winry said, humoring him, “You’d be super-fast and super-strong.”
“Have you seen me fight?” he interrupted indignantly.
“You’d be impossibly gorgeous.”
“Hey!” he protested. “Are you mocking my height? ‘Cause I’m taller than you now.”
“And,” she went on, ignoring this, “You wouldn’t be blushing every time you looked down my shirt.”
Ed didn’t seem to have a response for this. Instead he burned red and clamped his mouth shut. Winry was both impressed and disappointed.
“You don’t deny it?” she asked lightly, and Ed looked up at her, eyes widening.
“No, I-”
Winry lashed out, flinging her wrench at him so fast, Edward had no time to dodge. It hit him smack in the face and he toppled off the stool he had been sitting on with a yelp.
“You idiot, you made me ruin my work wrench,” she grumbled, going to retrieve it. She left Ed lying pathetically on the cold, concrete floor, face turned towards her.
“You are a sadist, and your blood is probably black like your heart,” Ed moaned.
“Whatever,” she said. “Vampire reflexes? I think not.”
That was random, but Winry had learned just to go along with whatever Ed said. Unless he was trying to be macho - then she had to bash his brain in. this, though, did nothing to raise her ire - it was just weird.
“Hmm,” she said, peering around his shoulder. She was standing in between his legs, peering behind him to examine his arm. Maybe it would have made more sense to just walk around him, but whatever, she had taken baths with him before. If he got flustered over this, he was just a pansy. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I have my nose in your neck right now, and I don’t see the appeal,” he said. “I am so not turned on.”
Pft. He was a pansy! What a bummer; suddenly Ed was a lot less of an admirable hero. Maybe you should start idolizing Al…
“You make no sense, stupid,” she said, twisting a screw tighter and stepping back with a tug on his braid. “Obviously you don’t see the appeal. You’re not a vampire.”
“How do you know?” he fired back petulantly. “There are lots of vampires named Edward.”
Winry tossed him a flat look as she snatched up her wrench. Ed flinched, but she was using her work wrench for once, and she only moved toward his leg for a tweaking. She appreciated the reaction, though.
“If you were a vampire,” Winry said, humoring him, “You’d be super-fast and super-strong.”
“Have you seen me fight?” he interrupted indignantly.
“You’d be impossibly gorgeous.”
“Hey!” he protested. “Are you mocking my height? ‘Cause I’m taller than you now.”
“And,” she went on, ignoring this, “You wouldn’t be blushing every time you looked down my shirt.”
Ed didn’t seem to have a response for this. Instead he burned red and clamped his mouth shut. Winry was both impressed and disappointed.
“You don’t deny it?” she asked lightly, and Ed looked up at her, eyes widening.
“No, I-”
Winry lashed out, flinging her wrench at him so fast, Edward had no time to dodge. It hit him smack in the face and he toppled off the stool he had been sitting on with a yelp.
“You idiot, you made me ruin my work wrench,” she grumbled, going to retrieve it. She left Ed lying pathetically on the cold, concrete floor, face turned towards her.
“You are a sadist, and your blood is probably black like your heart,” Ed moaned.
“Whatever,” she said. “Vampire reflexes? I think not.”