He lays his automailed arm across my wooden worktable. It shines from the light in my room so brightly. My fingers softly touch the cold, freezing metal, up to where his flesh meets it. I blush softly at his skin tone while he looks the opposite direction of me.
My eyes wondering upon his arm so close to me. My other hand holding a small screwdriver, but not really worrying about it. My eyes start to wonder up to his golden strands of hair hanging from his handsome face, which is turned from me. A smirk upon my face, wanting to just drag my fingers through it like I use to when we sat together out under the tree by the riverside. His head turns over to look at me now, and my face changes. I roll my eyes as I look at the dents and scrapes in his automail. "Oh Edward, how can you be so careless....," I say to him. He just sighs and props up his chin with his fleshed arm. Yet again, I let him see that angered side of me.
I always let him see that side when he damages his automail. He thinks i'm always angery at him when he shows up at Grandma and my home with something for me to repair upon his automail, but it's far from the truth. I just love to fix it, it gives me a chance to be close to him once more. I miss getting to see those Amber orbs of his, to woft in his scent, to just touch his fleshed hand, or his automailed one if that.I finish with making repairs upon his automail. I put away the tools and he stands up, placing his black tanktop back on over his head. Turning around he gives a soft smile, and with that soft, sweet tone of his voice, i hear it be engraved into my heart and soul each time he says it, making me smile, "Thank you, Winry"
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