6. Feel
It was a cool afternoon with Ed and Winry sitting on a workbench at Winry's house. He was in the process of combing her hair after it got untidy after a long day of hard playing.
"This is nice", Winry said cooing contently.
During the whole thing, he had made sure not to pull any knots roughly or tug her hair. Ed also noted that her hair was softer than it looked.
"How did you get so good?"
"I sometimes help my mom with her hair. I'm pretty much a stylist already." All of this was said with the confidence surpassing a child of his age.
She turned towards him and said, "That's neat."
Annoyed from her actions, he reprimanded her, "Hey stay still! You're distracting me." Ed finished with one final comb through. Her hair was placed in a ponytail with a bright red ribbon. "You might as well call me the hair stylist alchemist."
"That's silly. You didn't even use alchemy."
"Whatever." He mumbled. The name was just fine in his opinion. "If you mess up your hair again, I wouldn't be too adverse to helping you out again. Just to show you how amazing I am, anyway. "
"I will." Winry was now smiling happily.