Just what it says on the tin. This will be a collection of three-hundred word drabbles, spanning all times in the lives of the characters, all inspired by the theme of "sayings." I plan to update weekly, or until I run out of ideas.
I don't own FMA.
"I'll be back after all this 'promised' crap is over," he told her, "so bake me an apple pie and keep it warm."
Winry stared blankly for too long. He's leaving! she shouted at herself. Speak! Finally, the words came—and thank God they weren't stupid ones to make her look like a fool— "I will!" But it was a moment too late, and they had already all but disappeared into the darkness. Winry took her anger with herself out on Edward as she was heading back inside a step behind Pinako. "Idiot," she muttered. "It's springtime. Apples aren't even in season."
There's a saying in Resembool, something like "Can we put this off until a month from now?"
It is mocking the notorious Resembool Crier, of which it is said that news comes a month after the fact in the Crier. To say "let's put this off for a month" is to say "I have no idea what's going on [let's wait until this news comes out in the Crier]."
Spring rain, summer rain? Who cared which one?
With her hood pulled down so low it almost obscured her vision, and flecks of mud splashing up from her shoes onto the backs of her knees, Winry marveled at the incredibly mundane conversations she heard in passing at the marketplace.
Didn't these people know that somewhere not so far away, people were fighting... maybe dying? Didn't they know that right now, at this very second, guns were echoing in the air, flames were blazing, and the gods of chaos were unleashing their fury on Central City?
I guess they'll find out in a month from now, she thought sarcastically.
The next time something was needed from the market, Winry made Pinako get it.
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