Pointless little Winry-drabble, written at the request of Winry the Alchemist.
Winry wasn't really /jealous/ of Ed and Al, the big, famous alchemists that they were, but their lives were so interesting, so exciting.
All she ever got to do was fix Ed's broken limbs and listen to him try to explain why he'd gone and busted her automail again. All she ever got to do was listen to people gossip about whatever miraculous stunt the brothers had pulled, and sit around and daydream about being famous and admired.
She, on the other hand, got to wake up, take Den for a walk, work on automail, maybe write Ed a letter, play with her dog for a while, and work on automail for a bit longer before bed.
It wasn't that automail was boring, automail could never be boring. It just got a little… routine, day after day with no variety except which body part she was working on. So she sat and daydreamed a bit more, hoping to get just a bit more excitement and variety in her life.
She blinked, and grinned. Ah-/hah/. She started humming merrily as she worked on the complex joints of an automail hand.
Next time she saw Ed, she'd throw a screwdriver at him, just for variety.
My inspiration is dead. I'm going to go poke it with a stick until it wakes up.
On a completely different note, why does this stupid thing keep deleting random spaces and punctuation marks? I swear it's all fine before I upload it...