Give me something and I'll show you. Wait, hang on- [Edward pulls his alchemy notebook from his coat pocket, setting it down on the ground. He rips out a sheet and tugs a pen from the spine. He's not about to ask help from this guy.
brb jotting down an alchemy circle. It would be nice if things would stop wrecking his automail already; drawing these things are too much damn work now.]
action!
brb jotting down an alchemy circle. It would be nice if things would stop wrecking his automail already; drawing these things are too much damn work now.]