Okay, here's today's "chapter." Should I be calling them drabbles or segments or... what? This is going to irritate me if I don't figure it out.
I don't own FMA, Hiromu Arakwa does. And if I was her, I'd be busy writing and drawing Chapter 92 of FMA instead of lazing around writing mediocre fanfiction.
Hey, like 25 people read the first chapter and nobody reviewed! -sits on the floor and throws a tantrum- Don't you people make me become one of those people who trolls incessantly for reviews!
Next chapter will be published on Friday, January 16. Unless I get impatient and post it on the 15th. Believe me, on the 13th I was having trouble holding back, knowing it was already written and ready to go. But no, I persevered! (Also, I had homework... Yay, distractions!)
When Winry didn't say anything at first, Ed held up his broken automail and offered it to her. "Maybe this is a bad time to point it out, but…"
She recovered from her tears instantly, snatched the arm from him, then whacked him over the head with it. "You broke my automail again?!"
"Ow!" he complained, and she hit him again. "Sorry!"
"Do you know how hard I work to make your automail perfect?! And then you just go and ruin it on a whim—dammit!" She had tried to hit him a third time, and he'd ducked just in time.
"It's not my fault!" he protested.
Winry got in another whack. "How so?" she demanded.
"It's… complicated!" he shouted, struggling for words. This just irritated Winry more, and she hit him again, starting to lose count of how many times she'd done it.
"You broke the damn automail and you won't even tell me why?!"
"Ow—! Winry, for the sake of all that is holy, stop hitting me!" Giving up on her, Ed sped up and sprinted towards the house, but this hardly helped his cause because as soon as he started running Winry heard the sound of metal bearings scraping painfully against each other and knew that he hadn't been taking very good care of his leg, either.
"You—!" she growled in frustration, and chased Ed inside.
