Two: Sparkle, Giltter, Uh...
It had been an hour, one cruel, painstakingly horrible hour, but FINALLY. He was at the head of the line. The man had left and let him go, with a terrifying scowl though, and Ed couldn't help but know that it was... partially his fault. He had been the one to break his automail, resulting in no easyalchemy--- you try to draw a transmutation circle in a vice grip!
"Your stuff?" the cashier drawled, a bored expression on his face.
"Uh, yeah." Only then did Edward realize he hadn't grabbed the screws. "Uh, can I get them really quick, I forgot to—"
"You're holding up the line ma'am."
"Look here," started Ed, getting steadily more impatient, "First off, who're you callin' a woman!? Secondly, I've been waiting here for—"
"Ed!" There was a flurry of blonde hair and before he could even finish off his sentence, Winry had snatched his arm in hers and was dragging him down the rows of busy shops. There was no exclamation, she simply stopped dead in her tracks and stared, mesmerized. Her eyes sparkled in pure joy. He couldn't help it, he turned his head to look at what was so wonderful, but groaned as soon as he saw it. Not again...
"The craftsmanship, the detail, Edward, the artist had to be a genius! How would you even think to—" He let her rant for what seemed like milleniums before saying:
"How much is it?"
"Does price really matter?" retorted Winry, she had turned her head to him. By now her eyes were glittering, her chest was pressed flush against his arm, and Edward was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, "What matters is how happy this will make me!" She wriggled against him hopefully and he had to look away. What the hell? Why was nausea suddenly overtaking him? He was getting a splitting headache! Would she stop all that moving already? So, of course, he said what any guy would in this situation:
"No way." She frowned and loosened her grip on him, he felt oddly dissapointed. He looked between her and the pricy metal toy and grunted, "Will this pay for my repairs, and would you STOP injuring me for the rest of the day?"
Twisting her mouth this way and that, she finally pursed her lips and answered, "Fine, but you have to carry it around."
"Err..." wait, wasn't he the one bargaining here? "Okay...but we really should get those screws and move on."
"Thank you!" She chirped giddily, pulling him inside the store with her. Screws? Who cared? She just wanted to play with her expensive new toy, and her free one too.
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AN: Had you guessed? The free toy is Ed (err, not like that! But he's pretty much her unknowing slave right now XX). Ah, Ed, ever the hormonal teenage boy :-).
