A/N: Because I'm deluding myself into thinking it'll be warm soon. Ha. Ha. It's 1F outside right now. I'm going to go curl up under my quilt.
Eden moaned. "I am legitimately dying over here."
Resembool was currently going through a massive heat wave, the worst in about fifty years. And the person suffering the most was the tiny blonde former alchemist sprawled facedown on the floor moaning. Wenry ignored her and continued polishing his tools. After knowing Eden for as long as he had, her melodramatics ceased to bother him. "If you're going to die, try to keep it down."
She pouted, even though with her floor kissing he couldn't see. "Why are you so mean?" Ed whined.
"Why are you acting like a baby?"
"Because it's hot!" She lifted her head off the floor and looked up at him incredulously. "And I have a metal leg which is conducting the heat through my body. Of course I'm going to complain!" She rolled over onto her back and sighed. Her blonde hair was coming loose from the bun she had pulled it up into in an effort to cool her neck off. Now she had strands of sweaty hair sticking to her face. Bleh. Lifting her hand, she began ticking off ways she could cool down. "Can't go swimming because I could sink. A cold bath could work but then I'd just heat back up. Fans? No. Just no. If I take off anymore clothes, I'll be in my birthday suit."
Wenry cast a sideways glance at his best friend/sort of sweetheart. It was true, she was already half naked, having stripped down to a bandeau top and tiny shorts that barely covered any of her lower half. He blushed and looked away.
Seeing Ed in her underwear was nothing new, he'd been fixed her automail for years and she didn't wear much more than this. But after her...what would it be called, a promise? Proposal? Confession? Confession sounded about right. After her confession and subsequent journey west, things between them were a little more awkward. Ed had never been one for physical affection. But she seemed to shyly welcome it whenever Wenry offered her a hug or wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
Though if he did that right now, she'd probably drop kick him to Xing.
"I wonder if detaching my leg would help at all." His blushing thoughts were interrupted by her sudden musing.
"Ed," Wenry sighed. "I'm not detaching your leg. Besides, it'd hurt when I put it back on."
"I could put up with the pain if it helped slow my death by heat stroke!"
"You'd be stuck in one place if I do take it off."
She paused, still sprawled on her back on the floor. He had a point. An annoying point, but a valid one all the same.
The Rockbell house quieted down, Wenry's quiet humming, the chirping of the crickets, and the tiniest breeze blowing through the house.
It was peaceful for once.
"Why is it so hot?"
Wenry moaned.
Here we go again.