Am I already in the middle of writing like five fics?
Well yes, yes I am.
Did I claim to update the "Family ties" one just about daily?
Aha. Jep.
Did that give me complete writers block?
Possibly, indeed.
Have I started to write another one in stead?
Affirmative.
Am I going to update the others very soon?
Certainly.
Did I seriously just google synonyms for the word yes?
Absolutley!
Am I claiming to own fullmetal alchemist?
Negative.
Lawrence Franklin stood and looked out the wall sized window of his small, rustic book shoop in Risembool. The rain was bawling outside, cleancing the grey October streets of all the bright colours the fall had blessed them with up to this point. The elderly gentleman looked at his pocket watch, frowning slitghtly. His employee was late on this sour morning. Right as he looked back up from his watch, he noticed the long green raincoat, biking towards the shop. Before even stopping, the cloaked man was off his bike, running towards the enterance after leaving the bike leaned on a pole outside.
"G'morning Mr. Franklin." The short man smiled, and dragged his hood down, revealing his long blonde hair that was tied up in a high ponytail.
"Ah, good morning Edward. God awful weather we've been dealt today."
Ed shuckled.
"Tell me about it. Sorry that I'm late."
He got out of his dripping coat, leaving for the room behind the register to hang it up.
"Don't worry about that. But you know I get worried about you."
"Don't do that. T's just the weather, you know."
Ed returned, seeing the old man looking conserned at him.
So Ed let out another shuckle. "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"M-hm." The old man mumbled, as Ed realized he was subcondciously rubbing his right shoulder, massaging one of his two aching automailports, and immerdiatly stopped, smiling sheepishly.
"Tsk, this? It's nothing, t's just... it made me move kinda slow on my way to work, that's all."
But the droplets that was slowly revealing to be sweat, and not rain, that trickled down his forhead, told Mr. Franklin otherwise.
"Are you hurting?" He asked, in his no-nonsense demeanor that he turned on, whenever refering to Edward's not-always-so-good health. It was a known fact that Edward Elric wouldn't admit to pain until he collapsed.
Edward sighed. He knew he couldn't fool the old man, so why he would even try anymore was just stupid.
"I...do... have a... bit of an ache." He finally admitted, just as a jolt of pain struck both of his ports at the same time, resulting in his legs giving out from under him.
"Edward!" The elder exclaimed, but stopped as Ed's hand pointed up to the roof, panting for a while and finally being able to speak.
"T-thunder." he whispered in a raspy voice, while clutching to his chest.
Quite accuratly, a couple of seconds later the roaring thunder shook the enitre store. Ed had to stay down on his hands and knees through it, while Lawrence looked to the rumbeling roof, adjusting his spetacles.
"Astonishing! You could be a meterologist." he said enthusiastically to the boy.
Ed sneered, and slowly got back to his feet.
(I wanted so badly to insert a mean girls joke here, like "Ed toutched his shoulder and confirmed that it was 68 degrees, and a 30% chance that it was already raining").
Lawrence laughed his sharp and nasal old-man laugh, and lended Edward a hand as he got back up.
"But in all honesty, how are you feeling?"
"Better."
Lawrence accepted Edward's reassurance of feeling better for about five minutes. In the middle of helping a costumer, Ed suddenly grabbed his shoulder again, and at the same time, covered his mouth with the rest of his arm. He dissapeared behind the register, a door heard slamming shut shortly after. Lawrance excused himself, smiling at the baffled lady, and followed. Coughing and ratching was heard from inside their small employee-only bathroom. He knocked at the door.
"Edward. Open up please."
The sound of Ed vomiting clearly sounded through the door.
"I'm going to call you a cab. You need to go home."
"No! Ugh..."
Lawrence cringed at the sickening sound.
"You cannot work like this."
The doorlock made a clicking noise, as the toilet flushed, and Lawrence let himself in. Edward was still dry heaving and leaning over the toilet bowl.
"I can't... go home right now."
"And why is that? You sure as hell can't stay here."
Lawrence tore off some thick paper from a dispencer, and reached it to Ed who wiped his mouth.
"I..." Ed burped. "Mh, sorry." A couple of more breaths. "I can't go home right now. Winry is..." His eyes went wide, and he grabbed onto the toilet and hurled violently, almost missing the bowl. Lawrence drew back. The bell on the register ringed furiously, and he retreated to the front. The elderly woman from before looked very unhappy.
"Well, that was about time!" She snarled, and poked the stack of books she had left on the counter.
"I'm sorry about that ma'am." Vicious convultions was heared in the background as Lawrance realized that he hadn't closed the door, and added flatly "We're having a bit of an emergency."
After closing the sale, Lawrence turned a sign on the door that said closed, giving him some time to take care of his sick employee. Returning to the bathroom, Ed had crawled away from the toilet, resting his head against the wall.
"Did you get it all up?" He asked, and crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame.
"I hope so." Ed held his head up with his flesh hand, eyes half lidded.
"Now, explain to me why you will not go back home."
Ed's eyes went wide, and he looked in horror at his boss.
"Winry is... she is... she is..."
The last part came out as a whisper. "p...pregnant."