NOTE: When I said RANDOM COUPLES I meant it. I literally put their names into a hat and choose a bunch of names. LingFan was the only original couple we got. SO STOP MESSAGING ME ABOUT WINRYxENVY! DX
~DAY 3~
Envy lay in pain in his bed, bandaged up like a mummy. Casts held his arms up and his face was slightly bruised. He had covered his head like the instructions on "How to survive getting jumped by Mexicans" told him to, but for the most part, his body was what Ed was aiming for. Ed struck at Envy's body on purpose to make him look pathetic and weak so that Winry would see how manly he was.
All it did was make Winry hate Ed more, and care for Envy's mess.
Winry was now his official caretaker, and that was because she never left him alone for more than about 2 minutes. She was constantly readjusting his pillows and feeling his forehead. She was also suddenly very possessive of Envy and wouldn't allow anyone else to come in.
"Ehhhh….." Envy moaned. "I'm not some sick, helpless person. I can MOVE you know."
Winry thrust his stuffed kitty at him. "Take this. AND NO you may not leave. You need plenty of rest so you can recover quickly."
"But-"
"I SAID NO."
Envy's facial expression was similar to this: =.=
As the resident chef at the Zone, Envy normally cooked breakfast for everyone on Saturdays and Sundays. He was also constantly disappointed at the fact all Ed ever ate for breakfast was a banana, a glass of orange juice and a bowl of "quik-mix" oatmeal.
So once everyone came down to the kitchen, eager to smell the frying bacon, or the baking bread and realized that Envy was incapitated, they all threw mean glares at Ed, who was sitting quietly in the corner with his oatmeal, hoping no one would see him.
He could literally feel the heat coming from their laser eyes boring into his back.
Everyone began giving him a hard time by grumbling about "what a dumbass" and "how insensitive and arrogant" or "over reactive dirty minds". They also "accidently" spilled orange and cranberry juice on him. Greed said thanks to him for taking away the gourmet meals by dumping a whole two-litter bottle of Coke on him. They ate cereal; throwing ice-cold knives of hate at him and left, making him clean it up.
Which was why Ed was wearing a frilly pink maid outfit Greed forced on him and was scrubbing the floor of the kitchen.
He didn't see Greed take a picture of Ed bending over in the maid outfit (which had a skirt) so that everyone could see his ass.
He had to run so that Ed couldn't hear him laugh his ass off.
Ed hated the skirt. He was a guy, so naturally, he had no idea how to wear it so that he wasn't constantly revealing his green and red "how the grinch stole Christmas" boxer shorts. He was always covering himself when he crouched on the ground, or was on his hands and knees, or any other exposing cleaning position you perverted fan girls out there can think of. I'm pretty sure you already did at least four when I mentioned the maid outfit.
Winry managed to get Greed a bunch more of such pictures when he showed it to her. She said it was for a "I H8 ED" scrapbook.
It was really for Envy.
Envy smiled when he saw the picture, mostly because laughing hurt his chest. He had broken an arm, fractured a leg and broke a few ribs. Had he actually had homunculus regeneration, this wouldn't be a problem. In fact, the second he was all fixed up, he'd go over to Ed and whack him.
No, he took that back. He'd apologize for hugging Winry and explain what happened. He was too gentle to hit anyone.
He recalled his days on screen, when the director was constantly yelling at him to "put more hate into it". He tried and tried and tried. But no matter what it didn't work out the way the director planned it.
He seriously did wish he was as badass as his TV self. The real Envy would sit and read the perverted fan fiction that the fan girls wrote, blushing tremendously at the lemon and fluff and all the perverted stuff. It was nice to daydream, he thought, but one day he wished it to be real.
Winry, leaving Envy for the first time for the past two weeks, left to go work on her motorcycle. It was cute watching Envy, but her motorcycle was calling to her. She wiped sweat of her forehead with the oil rag, as she tightened a bolt and repaired the pistons in the engine. Testing the pistons, she watched as one was constantly thrust in and out of the shaft, pumping oil into the engine.
In and out. In and out.
She kept watching it, growing tired. She hadn't slept in awhile.
In and out. In and out.
She began to doze off.
In and out. In and out.
She was startled as Greed walked in to drive down to the local market for something. Greed was the only one qualified to leave the zone, and even then it was only to certain locations. He got into the sleek black Nissan 370z, waving to Winry as he drove out of the garage.
Seeing him reminded her of Envy, since they both played homunculi. She was so tired, so she shuffled to Envy's room. Envy had healed his arms and ribs, and the leg was fine but he still had to rest a bit before going around the house.
Envy looked up from the book he was reading as Winry came in, tired and dozing off as she walked. She flopped down onto his bed next to him and hugged him, burying her face in his chest. He was startled at the sudden strange behavior, but he cared for Winry since she cared for him as well. So he threw an arm around her and hugged her. Her response was to get closer and cuddle with him, and by then Envy was pretty tired too.
So they both fell asleep, in a lover's embrace.
~DAY 3 END~
