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[Now that he's gotten over his own embarrassment somewhat-]

...So that's what an experiment is like, huh.

[Okay, maybe not entirely over it. That was beyond humiliating and he doesn't even want to acknowledge it anymore. Ugh.]

Whatever, forget it. I have a question for the people who've lived here longer than me. What kind of escape attempts have already happened here? Has anything worked, or even showed small signs of success? If it's not something you want to talk about over the journals, you can find me at the library.

Thanks in advance.

[...Oh right, before he forgets again-]

And if anyone finds a silver pocketwatch in one of the shops, chances are it's mine. I'd appreciate it if you let me know if you see it.

...Don't look inside, either!

[And as promised Ed will be at the library today, either inside pouring over a dozen books or just outside the entrance, probably munching away at something he pilfered during a visit to the bakery. You know, after he realized he hadn't eaten for seven hours or something. As usual he's probably wearing five different layers despite the heat, the nutter.]

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It's not about my certification. I'm a wanted fugitive anyway, remember? Even in Amestris, it's just a symbol.

[Even so... it's his. The same sign of his resolve. And since she's the only one who knows what it means, she should at least understand why he wants it back.]

I was going to stop by the Item Shop today anyway to pick up some parts for a commission. I'll look for it while I'm there.

Edited 2011-06-22 20:32 (UTC)

...Thanks, Winry.

[He doesn't really like asking for favours, but despite him not particularly liking the military anymore, for all the dirty business going on behind the scenes, the watch has become just as much a part of his life as the automail limbs themselves. It's harder to let it go than he wants to let on, but he still reaches into his pocket sometimes to feel for it, and finding nothing has been... kind of upsetting. In a weird way.]

If I'm the one to find it you can just count it as a thank you for the great weekend.

[Ahaha.]

At least you had fun.

[Not that he didn't... at the time. Now his behaviour is just an embarrassing memory.]

It was a nice change of pace for the time.

Yeah, it was alright. But playing around on the beach isn't going to get us out of here.

A break is good sometimes. You can't work with a tired mind.

It's just not something I'm used to. Especially not these days.

[The months - hell, even the entire year - had felt like one frenzied battle after another. And he hasn't exactly had time to enjoy the peaceful life since he and Al left for their journey four years ago.]

I know. I won't ask you to do it again if you don't feel comfortable with it.

I just- [He cuts off there, scribbling away at something, then mutters a faint curse.] How the hell do you lock this thing?

[There's just some stuff you really don't want said publicly.]

There. I've gotten pretty good at it, actually.

...Think you could teach me?

[It's not like he puts many private thoughts on the journal, but sometimes a conversation is easier this way. And isn't meant for anyone else.]

Yeah, of course! Donatello taught me, and it wasn't too hard. It just takes practice and some fiddling with it.

Edited 2011-06-24 02:26 (UTC)

Good, I want to be able to make use of it if I need to.

Well I can show you any time you want.

...Can you show me now?

[He's kinda. Not really doing anything. Seeing as he didn't find anything useful at the library yet again.]

Sure, where are you?

I'm heading back, actually. Let's meet at the house.

[He can check the library another day.]

I'll be there in a bit. See you.

[He'll be visiting her room shortly after, once he gets back from his trip to the library, and he knocks on her door. If she's not there yet, he'll just lean against the wall to wait for her.]

Ed?

[Oh, sup. He glances over, lowering his hand.]

Oh, hey. You busy?

If I was I wouldn't be here, you know.

Yeah, I know. [Just. Attempting politeness, it happens on occasion. He starts forward, then pauses, rubbing his shoulder.] Actually... do you have time to do maintenance tonight, too?

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