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[October 3rd again. Don't forget. This marks the second time he's hit this date in Luceti, and the first time in his life since carving the words upon his pocket watch that he's met it without Alphonse. That's probably what hurts the most, this time. No closer to getting home, no closer to regaining their bodies, even though he knows that he's only a day away from victory when he goes home. The second worst part is that he's only one day past an experiment that stole those memories from him- that he had, in fact, forgotten. Hadn't even known what the watch or the date upon it even meant.

Tch... stupid place. For the first time in a while, he hates it again.

He's going to keep up with the annual tradition anyway, for Al's sake as much as his, so tonight at the back of House #23, some time after dinner, Edward will be seated at a campfire, occasionally tossing logs into the flames, with a collection of snacks, some books, and notebook paper piled around him to get some work done. He'll be there all night, so any nighthawks or curious passerbys are free to stop in and see what's up.]

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[Ahaha... ha... yeah.]

There is one other person that I know of. I'll ask her if she can talk to you, though. She's... kind of a private person, and she might get mad if I give her away without permission.

[He really does not want to be knifed in the night by an angry Xingese ninja.]

[And another nod.]

Right. Got it. Noooo pressure. Definitely no pressure from my corner.

I'll let you know, though, and definitely talk to Winry in the meantime. She gets pretty enthusiastic about this stuff, but she wouldn't pressure you. She knows it's a big deal.

I will. Not like I don't see her all the time. I'm sure I can figure out a way to bring it up.

[Without being completely awkward.

...Okay no he doesn't have a prayer at not being awkward about it.]

It's not that hard, Hiccup. She's a professional with this stuff, people talk to her about it back home all the time. It would be like me asking you what it's like to fly a dragon.

[He gets a bit starry-eyed even at the mention of it.]

Got it. It's just like dragon riding. For her. But it's automail.

[Pfft. Yep, definitely just like Winry and automail.]

Looks like you understand perfectly.

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