"Who's Turn is It?"
Pairing : Ed x Winry
Warning : Mindless drabble-ing and fluff happening people...just to warn you.
A/N : Even though this isn't my usual OTP, I felt in a Ed x Winry sort of mood. I know most people don't like Winry at all and if that's the case, don't read if you don't like.
Disclaimer : I do not claim ownership of Fullmetal Alchemist or it's characters.
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Both were obsession-driven maniacs when it came to alchemy and mechanics. It was amazing that they didn't starve to death most times as either one didn't have a single domestic bone in their body. They bickered mindlessly back and forth about who should do the cooking that night.
" You're hands aren't covered in motoroil and grease."
" You're hands aren't smeared with ink and chalk and lab chemicals."
" Granny did all the cooking when I was at home."
" Al did all the cooking when I was away."
" You've travelled the world, you must know tonnes of exotic recipes."
" You've been pretty far yourself. The mechanics in Rush Valley must know how to at least barbeque a mean steak."
He stood arms crossed and feet spread slightly in defiance. He wasn't backing out but niether was she, with hands resting on her trusted tool belt. She glared before continuing the debate but he beat her to it.
" You have the time."
" No, you have all the time. All you do is read books and scribble all day!"
" It's not scribbling! All you do is play around with your metal, creating "masterpieces" in that shop all day!"
" It's not playing! How would you like to hobble around without any limbs, huh! Mr. I-was-the-best-State-Alchemist-Amestris-will-ever-have-too-bad-I'm-too-SHORT."
" I'M NOT SHORT YOU POWERTOOL-WEILDING, CRAZED AMAZON AUTOMAIL JUNKIE!"
" You cook!"
" You cook! You're the woman!"
Then came the traditional, well-aimed wench to the head and a small (don't say small!) schirmish. That was followed by laughter and playful wrestling on the hardwood floor. Some kisses and murmured apologies mixed with sweet nothings.
Edward and Winry thanked the higher biengs each day that they could get take-out this far out in the country.
