[Video]

[hands4healing]

[The scene is of Winry. She's positioning her communication device, glancing over her shoulder. Her expression is...confused, to say the least. She looks back at the screen, then behind her again, and straightens up, dusting her hands on her thighs. She's wearing a pair of coveralls, the sleeves tied around her waist, and a zip-up bra in black

Comments

[east_darkhorse]

Oh woah. No idea where did they came from, but if you don't want them I do.

[hands4healing]

You don't know anything about them?

[east_darkhorse]

Nein. Does that matter?

[hands4healing]

They probably belong to someone....

[ridingchariots]

Oh! You have my chariot and bulls.

[hands4healing]

Mr. Rider!

They belong to you?

[Winry looks over her shoulder at them. They're starting to graze at the lawn almost like they're humoring her or something.]

[ridingchariots]

That's right. I hope you've been treating those divine bulls well.

[hands4healing]

They're nicer than Mr. Nedobeck's bulls. I gave them some apples! I hope that's okay?

[to_philotimo]

[Oh god what is this]

[Waver can actually feel his blood pressure going through the roof and it feels like every other day in his life that involves shit only he would have to deal with.]

[His life is a requiem composed in the key of GDIT RIDER.]

H-how did you get those?!

[hands4healing]

[How does anyone get a pair of bulls with a chariot in the community?]

They were here, grazing, when I woke up this morning. [Winry pets the forehead of the nearer bull.]

Do they have names?

[to_philotimo]

[Waver misses those days when his life made sense.]

I don't know. Ask Rider, they're his, not mine.

[hands4healing]

I still think it's nice they're friendlier than Mr. Nedobeck's bulls.

...of course, if Mr. Nedobeck sees them, he might want to breed his cows to them.