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[It’s an abnormally quiet household for Edward and Winry today, now that the third member of their family is gone, and while he’d be content to keep his misery to himself in any other situation, this particular little person has made a huge impact in enough lives that it needs to be shared. So...]

Hey, Edward here. For everyone who knew her, Elicia Hughes was sent home.

[Locked to Sheena, Tony, Katniss, and Law]

There was some stuff here left for you, if you want to swing by sometime and pick it up.

[Ed’s going to be hanging around the house for most of the day, though by late afternoon he’ll be going to the Battle Dome to basically destroy everything he can get away with in the simulations until he drags himself home or is otherwise kicked out. In the evening, however, he's actually going to swing by the bar. Not for drinking, necessarily, it just seems like the place to go when you want to wallow.

He's only just finished his second year in Luceti, and this happens? Yeah, this week totally sucks.]

(ooc: wow like a million apologies for the lateness of this. If anyone has ICly acknowledged Elicia going home previously ~~since this is seriously like three weeks late~~ I apologize extra for that, but otherwise we’re assuming this week is a good time for it. RL business for all involved delayed things.)

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[Maybe he'll just crawl in the nearest hole and die for a while, ugh.]

I think my imagination's already running overdrive, thanks.

So then are you willing to share your thoughts?

[She playfully reaches over to poke his cheek, even if their hands are still together.]

[Oh god. Oh goooood he is so over his head. Shit. What does he say. What does he say.]

W-well... I mean, you're just so into automail... I guess I assumed, uh...

[THAT IS NOT WHAT HE SHOULD SAY]

What do you mean by that!?

[WRONG DIRECTION TO GO IN, BOY.]

[OH SHIT]

Nothing!! Nothing, I didn't say anything!!

[Her cheek poke turns into a grab, and she pulls at his skin.]

Oh no you don't! Own up to it, alchemy freak!

[Oof, not the cheek again...! He flails and tries to swat at her, words muffled by the pulling.]

...Rop rat!

[She lets him go, but puts her face up close by his. Winry stares him down. Say it to her face!]

[God, does he have to? It's kind of humiliating. He resists for a few moments before crossing his arms and trying not to look sulky about it.]

Well- I mean- you said I should keep my automail, way back! So I thought- maybe you liked it... better, you know?

[Slowly her ire fades, and her posture softens. Her hand rests on his upper arm.]

Ed, automail or no I like you. Sure, maybe I do like a thing or two about this- [she taps his metal arm] but that doesn't compare at all to this.
[Her other hand rests on his chest. She was aiming for the heart, but it's on the other side, and she can only do so much with his arms crossed.]

[He feels... schooled for lack of a better term, his cheeks vaguely pink, unable to quite meet her eyes. It's not like he didn't know that, he didn't think Winry was that shallow, but...

...well, it's nice to hear sometimes. There's a reason he keeps his automail covered 90% of the time, and it isn't entirely to avoid having to explain its existence.]

...Yeah. Sorry.

Maybe I should be apologizing. I guess my enthusiasm for automail doesn't really leave that clear, huh? Just know I'd like you both ways, okay?

...No, no, it's not your fault. You love your work, I get that. Sorry, I made it sound like you're shallow, didn't I?

A little bit. You know, maybe I should punish you for that.

[ERK.]

I didn't actually mean it like that!

What? You don't even know what the punishment would be!

I'm talking to a girl who regularly throws tools at my head, what am I supposed to think?

Maybe I was thinking about paying attention to a different sort of head of yours?

[Trying to say this as casually as possible. Sex isn't a big deal. It doesn't have to be scary. Sex isn't a big deal. Make it normal sounding. Okay, no. Her resolve is wavering on that front, and her face begins to flush a light shade of red.]