-=Ed's lounging on the couch, the PCD on the end table so all the audience can see is his hair, which is down. His right side is pressed against the back of the couch and there's a small motor going while Ed's petting Kitty, who's firmly on his stomach. One might spot a pink ear here and there ( Read more... )

-=Ed looks... Irate. Very irate.=-

WHERE IS SHE, AND HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET INTO MY GODDAMNED ROOM ( Read more... )

Winry? I'm going to need you to take a look at my arm. -=He sounds tired. The frantic frustrated screaming all week long has made him hoarse as well.=-

At least, I think it's safe to deal with it now.

-=You see nothing, since the PCD is facing the sky, but there's the sounds of debris being smashed into tiny, tiny splinters. And the soft wheeze of strained breathing.=-

Right.

So. Defense classes. Or... how to keep from getting killed when idiots try to blow shit up.

Anything of that nature. We should have another one of these things again.