[Closed] Groove, slam, work it back, filter that, baby, bump that track...
Characters: Winry and Squalo
Location: CC's Clinic, First floor room
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 10th
Description: Squalo needs a mechanic, Winry gets a new toy. Woo.
After leaving Yamamoto, and all that ungodly excitement, behind, Squalo sulked glowered as he made his way to the clinic to see that Rockbell girl. He wasn't particularly biased by her age or her gender; he didn't care who fixed his hand as long as they were good at it. But oh, he was going to get biased if she turned out to be one of those goddamn "absent minded" geniuses. God, he hated those, hated them twice as hard when they were girls. They made Bel's brand of psychotic genius feel all the more normal. And that was almost a scary thought.
Still, even as he soliloquized about geniuses and their annoyances in the relative quiet of his brain, he forced himself to stifle the rise of anger at Xanxus' stupidity. His hand was getting steadily worse, but at least it hadn't started giving him cramps just yet. If it did, Squalo was going to rip out Xanxus a new one, because this was all his fault. If he hadn't been a moron, Squalo wouldn't have wanted to strangle him. If Squalo hadn't wanted to strangle him, his wall wouldn't have gained a new window, and his hand wouldn't currently be twitching erratically.
God, the world sucked today.
He reached the door and knocked almost politely, not actually yelling once he arrived. At least talking with Yamamoto - urg - had given him something to focus on but if he started yelling he had a feeling he was going to end up ranting. And blonde girls, good mechanics or not, had no damn business knowing about his moronic boss or his own rage fits. God, why was it so damn inconvenient to scream at people sometimes? He was good at that. Exceptionally good. Sometimes he wished he didn't know better, though, life would be easier on him if he didn't.
Blagh.
Location: CC's Clinic, First floor room
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 10th
Description: Squalo needs a mechanic, Winry gets a new toy. Woo.
After leaving Yamamoto, and all that ungodly excitement, behind, Squalo sulked glowered as he made his way to the clinic to see that Rockbell girl. He wasn't particularly biased by her age or her gender; he didn't care who fixed his hand as long as they were good at it. But oh, he was going to get biased if she turned out to be one of those goddamn "absent minded" geniuses. God, he hated those, hated them twice as hard when they were girls. They made Bel's brand of psychotic genius feel all the more normal. And that was almost a scary thought.
Still, even as he soliloquized about geniuses and their annoyances in the relative quiet of his brain, he forced himself to stifle the rise of anger at Xanxus' stupidity. His hand was getting steadily worse, but at least it hadn't started giving him cramps just yet. If it did, Squalo was going to rip out Xanxus a new one, because this was all his fault. If he hadn't been a moron, Squalo wouldn't have wanted to strangle him. If Squalo hadn't wanted to strangle him, his wall wouldn't have gained a new window, and his hand wouldn't currently be twitching erratically.
God, the world sucked today.
He reached the door and knocked almost politely, not actually yelling once he arrived. At least talking with Yamamoto - urg - had given him something to focus on but if he started yelling he had a feeling he was going to end up ranting. And blonde girls, good mechanics or not, had no damn business knowing about his moronic boss or his own rage fits. God, why was it so damn inconvenient to scream at people sometimes? He was good at that. Exceptionally good. Sometimes he wished he didn't know better, though, life would be easier on him if he didn't.
Blagh.