Hair Care
Ed stared at Winry.
Winry stared back.
"AUGH!" Ed pointed at her accusingly. "You cut your hair! What the hell!"
Winry scowled at him, looming. "Ed. I can cut my hair if I want to."
He crossed his arms and got into her face. "But just what the hell is that! It's not even past your chin!"
"It was getting in my way! Do YOU want me to seal on your arm and then discover I've managed to get a lock of hair trapped in there, huh? 'Cause then I'd have to unseal it and REDO IT AGAIN. That's the kind of thing that was happening!"
Ed blanched, thinking about that. "Well, fine." he said, and sulked. "But now it's shorter than mine. That's not fair."
Putting one hand to her lips, Winry smirked. "Yeah, and I'm taller than you, too."
Ed GLARED. "I AM NOT SHORT!"
Winry gazed up innocently, as if looking to heaven. "Of COURSE you're not a cute little girly boy, Ed! Who said you w-"
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"
Al separated them a few minutes later. Winry looked grumpy, and Ed's lip was swollen. "Now, you two."
Ed glared again, then turned and stalked off.
*
The next day, Roy looked over Ed's report, which seemed extra-full of self-praise. Then he looked up at Ed. "Fullmetal, if you don't mind my asking-"
"You're gonna ask whether I mind or not!"
"- what's with your hair?"
Ed crossed his arms and glared.
Sure, the wind felt a little weird when it hit his shaved, peach-fuzz head, but he wasn't gonna tell anyone that.
Credit: harukami.hanashika. ;]
xK I Y O H I M E · Sun Jun 17, 2007 @ 10:03pm · 1 Comments |