Texting Pt. 2
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'Regular' is Ed
'Italic' is Winry
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(8:57): Hey R Kelly. How're ya feelin'?
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Sheska screwed her brows together tightly, plopping her freckled cheek into the palm of her hand.
"I don't know, Win," she started, twirling her coffee with her straw. "It sounds to me like you're getting your signals crossed."
"How?" Winry exclaimed, taking a bite of her most deeply coveted white chocolate cranberry cheesecake. "I've practically thrown myself at him!"
"By shooting him with tennis balls, then telling him to hit on you at nearly five in the morning?" she chided. "Not your best game plan."
Winry swallowed her bite and chewed lightly on the inside of her lip. "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like terrible."
Sheska took Winry's free hand into her own and patted it lightly. "That's because it was, honey."
"Oh, like you're one to talk," the blonde countered, right as her phone began to beep.
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(11:36): We were singing lsg you uncultured swine, and I've been better
(11:37): Mustang's already made ten jokes about me being hung over.
(11:37): "Don't let Elric see the crime scene photos, he'll throw up last night's martinis!" Jackass
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Winry half-expected him not to reply back to her at all. She definitely didn't expect him to send her an actual, detailed response. She went to typing back almost immediately, while Sheska stared at her from across the table.
"Who is that?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
"Nacho," Winry stated.
The brunette tilted her head in confusion. "Huh?"
The blonde looked up at her from the screen and smirked. "Nacho business."
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(11:40): I don't know what I find more amusing: your hatred for your boss, or the thought of you drinking martinis.
(11:42): Are you trying to imply that I'm not suave enough to drink martinis?
(11:42): Your words, not mine.
(11:43): It's like you want me to fight you
(11:43): Maybe I do.
(11:43): What're ya going to do about it, punk?
(11:45): Receiving threats from you is like receiving threats from a puppy
(11:46): My bite is worst than my bark.
(11:47): Not sure if you're going for scary or kinky
(11:48): GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER.
(11:49): "Your words, not mine."
(11:49): I'm going to hit you the next time I see you.
(11:49): With a wrench, and HARD.
(11:50): Refer to the text five lines above
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"Why are you blushing so much?" Sheska inquired, her squinted eyes magnetized behind her thick-lensed glasses.
Winry looked up from her phone and quickly locked her screen, slightly embarrassed. "I am not!"
"Winry, you're redder than a baboon's butt," Sheska began, bowing her head and glaring at her over her tortoise frames like a mother who was about to give their child the scolding of a lifetime. "What are you not telling me?"
"It's nothing, seriously!" she exclaimed, and began to tap her nails nervously on the coffee shop's table.
Sheska continued to stare her down, crossing her arms and pursing her lips to further display her lack of trust.
"Would you stop doing that?" Winry whined, as she picked up her phone and unlocked the screen. "You look like an angry librarian."
Sheska wrinkled her nose at her, and Winry stuck out her tongue, letting her guard down long enough for the mousy girl to rip her phone clean from her hands.
"Sheska, you little brat!" Winry nearly shouted, earning unpleasant looks from the baristas and other pedestrians, and quietly added, "Give it back!", but the blonde could see from the reflection of her friend's glasses that she had already figured out her secret.
Sheska's green eyes grew comically wide as she read Ed's last text. A snort escaped her as she quickly covered her mouth with her free hand, and broke out in a fit of giggles as Winry snatched the phone back.
"You two are hopeless!" she gasped, wiping her cheeks. "Oh my gosh, just ask him out already!"
"Shut up," Winry grumbled, right as her phone went off.
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(11:57): Hey, my lunch hours about to end. See you at home
(11:58): You got it. When would you like me to hand you your ass in Smash Bros? (You're still buying dinner, FYI.)
(12:00): HOW ABOUT WHEN YOU STOP BEING A BUTTON MASHING BASTARD?
(12:01): I'll take that as tomorrow night?
(12:02): Or tonight, if you're not busy being a lame ass college kid
(12:02): Ok I really gotta go. See you later?
(12:03): We'll see! :)
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"Well?" Sheska grinned.
Winry shrugged her shoulders and she picked up her last bite of cheesecake. "Well, we might be playing video games at his place tonight?"
Sheska began to beam as she clapped her hands and let out an ear-shattering squeal.
"Jesus, Shes!" Winry whispered, doing her best to repress her own smile. "It's not like we haven't hung out before."
"Well, yeah," she replied, "but you both weren't openly flirting like a pair of horny teenagers."
"Shut up!" Winry exclaimed, slapping her elbow as she grabbed her bag and laid out a tip. "Do you not remember me telling you how he blew me off Saturday night? I don't know if he'll let me in his apartment by the time he gets home."
"Oh please," Sheska sighed, rolling her eyes as she did the same. "You guys are so going to make out!"
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