Brief Commentary:
Based on an actual scene I witnessed. XD It was so damn cute...eh, review if that's what pleases you.
Streaks
One Shot
"Ed! Ed! Lookit, lookit!"
A seven year old Winry Rockbell scrambled clumsily up to her friend, blue eyes shining with excitement. Her bare feet and the cuffs of her pants were caked with dry mud, although the pink blouse she wore was miraculously clean from an afternoon of running around Resembool's yearly spring festival. She and Edward Elric were perched on top of a hill, slightly overlooking the bustle going on below. The leftover stick from a shish-kabob was perched between Edward's lips as he turned to meet her eyes, slightly curious yet disinterested at the same time.
"What?"
"Didja see it? My hair got colored! The nice lady runnin' the booth down there done it for me," she grinned, grabbing at a couple of locks of her hair for emphasis.
"Looks the same to me," Edward snorted dismissively.
"No! See, it's different!"
Winry felt around for the stiffer strands of hair, and, finding a few clumps, turned to show him.
"See, I got red and orange! Ain't they your's and Al's favorite colors?"
"Nah, I don't like orange."
But he stared at the different streaks of color in her hair, and his face seemed a little awed by it. As Winry turned back around to face him, grin still in tact, Edward allowed his hands to reach for the dyed locks, stroking her head gently as he did so. His fingers carefully made their way from her scalp to the unkempt ends of her hair (she had cut it by herself not a few months earlier), and back again.
"It's pretty though."
"Uh huh! Uh huh! You gonna get your hair dyed? I heard that Charlie got his done - it's all blue and green," she made a face. He drew his hands away and placed them on his hips in a stubborn pose, the stick bobbing up and down as his mouth drew into a frown.
"Nuh uh - even if Charlie got it done, he ain't strong anyway. I'm not gonna get my hair done."
"Oh. Okay. Ed, I'm hungry. You got some money left?"
"Yeah, my mom gave me lots," Edward puffed out his chest in pride. "Lemme buy you some ice cones, 'kay?"
"'Kay," Winry smiled and made a grab for his hand as they raced back down the hill. "Let's find Al, too! I want him to see my hair, too!"
"Can't we eat first?"
"But what if Al's hungry?"
The children's chatter continued as they raced into the crowd of Resembool's citizens, darting around the moving pairs of legs, hand in hand.
Lol, what is this? A drabble? I don't think it's exactly fluff. It's just...eh. From when I saw these cute two seven year old kids do this (yes, it was a girl and a boy), it seemed 'fluffy,' but now that I look at what I wrote...eh. XD I'll just stereotype it as fluff, then.