This has been sitting around, unfinished, for over a month. I didn't try to make this good. In fact, it fails. DEAL WITH IT. I like finishing things. :D Now, I must get back to my (somewhat shitty) novel… *annoyed grumble*
Next chapter is the last! Are you ready?!
[four] "Why do you break your automail so often?" Winry asked, her tone laced with annoyance. For the fourth time that month, she screwed in the same screws and, yet again, performed the painstaking process of smoothing out dents in the metal.
"Not too often," Ed countered. "Just enough to piss you off. Any less and I'd never see you."
"Any more and I'd kill you," she said icily. She concentrated on his automail with a furrowed brow and pretended to ignore the unrepressed- and probably unintended- sentiment in his words. "Smart boy."
"Of course," he said. "I'm a child prodigy, after all."
"'Child' prodigy?" she queried, with just the slightest touch of amusement in her voice.
"Let me rephrase that...I am a brilliant young genius, and someday, everyone in Amestris will worship me as such."
"Don't get your hopes up," Winry warned in a slightly sing-song voice. She hid a small smile from his view.
"Why not? Someday, everyone will worship me." He paused. "And someday, everyone will bring me ice cream whenever I ask."
She groaned theatrically. "You hold a grudge for a long time, Elric."
"Get me some ice cream, Rockbell."
"Since when do you like ice cream?" Winry prompted. "You know that ice cream has milk in it, right?"
"So?"
"Also, you would look ridiculous," Winry said matter-of-factly.
"Ridiculous? How so?"
"Sticking out your tongue to eat the ice cream. You would look ridiculous. I would laugh and laugh and laugh, because you would look like a little kid and it would be funny," Winry said wryly.
Ed stuck out his tongue.
"Haha, Elric. Yes, you do look like a little kid."
"You mean a child prodigy," Ed corrected.
"No," said Winry. "I mean a little kid."
"You're just jealous," Ed said casually. He stood up from his lazy, relaxed position on the couch and stretched. "How long until you're done with my automail?"
"I only just started," Winry replied, looking back at her work. "It'll be a few hours."
"Mm hmm..." he muttered. "Yeah. My interest has been lost. I'm bored."
"Then leave."
"I will."
He did.