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[notashortbean]

There is an Ed, in the bar, sitting in a booth. He seems a bit jumpy tonight, and also like he's keeping an eye out for someone - but whoever he's looking for, he probaly doesn't want to see them. Because every so often, he'll duck under the table. Hiding from someone? Maybe, but it's always false alarms

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[creator_raven]

At some point, when he pops back up from under the table, there is a man in a ragged black coat sitting across from him, frowning.

"You are waiting for a nuclear winter, perhaps?"

[notashortbean]

NAUGH. Ed nearly jumps again, because he did not expect to see someone sitting across from him. But he somehow gains his composure.

"Nuclear winter?" He looks quite blank.

[creator_raven]

"It is like the Ice Age, I think. Only with more glowing."

He nods, solemn.

[notashortbean]

"...sounds pretty."

Yeah, Ed really doesn't know what he's talking about.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph, right now, cares for anything that'll take her out of herself. And her little brother in trouble is a grand excuse.

The next time he ducks under the table, he finds himself with company. (How did she get there? She's a bat! Good at sneaky!)

[notashortbean]

Did she mean to make him squeak? Because she managed it.

" -- Hi!" He wasn't surprised. Nope. Not at all.

[i_spoiled_it]

She always means to make him squeak.

...that was unintentionally obscene, huh.

"What's going on?" she demands, arms folded. She bears a slightly worrying resemblance to Batman when she looks this stern. Probably because he taught her that pose, of course, but there's no harm in playing it up, right?

[notashortbean]

"Nothing's going on," Ed says, a bit defensively. You could almost believe him -- right? Right?

[ways_lust]

"Are you alright, Edward Elric?"

[notashortbean]

-- hello, Lust.

"I'm perfectly fine," he says, though it's pretty much an automatic reaction there.

[ways_lust]

"I ... see. Have you come to a decision yet?"

[notashortbean]

And they were back to this. They always got back to this, eventually, didn't they?

"It's hard to trust you," he informs her, quietly.

[onetruth_sleuth]

And, there is one shrunken detective watching him, just idly sipping at a glass of juice and swinging his feet idly.

The blond looked like he was ready to dash at the sight of a fly, as far as he could tell...Maybe he should test that theory at some point...

[notashortbean]

And the thing is, if someone's watched long enough, they're gonna get a weird feeling. So after a bit, Ed spots the guy watching him.

And gives him a very odd look.

[onetruth_sleuth]

He looks about six. So, when hes looked at, Conan just smiles and leans forward in his seat a bit, sipping more at his juice. It's hard for someone to be paranoid about a kid, right? Leaning back, Conan smiles, just continuing to kick his feet. "You look like you're looking for someone..." he sayys rather plainly to the (gasp!)taller boy.

[notashortbean]

Someone who's -shorter- than him. Yeah, that gains Conan a few points right away. "More like avoiding someone," Ed admits, and grins slightly. "It's pretty easy, though it probably looks weird."