The Breeze in Your Hair and the Sand Between Your Feet

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Who: Open to FMA crew + Haruhi, and Sokka (Later on?)
What: Beach party + Camping/Sailing for the teens
When: 16 (Start) → 20 (Return for the teens)
Where: Beach!
Summary: An outing to the beach!
Rating: PG-13 (Shouldn't get worse than that, though?)

While Ed is cooperating and the weather is pleasant a decision is made to go to the beach and have some fun! This will work similar to a mass action log, and y'all can create and reply to threads as you see fit.

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My problems aren't really all that bad. They're nothing to worry about.

[automailed]

[That's not very convincing, either. But she never presses him, so... he really has no right to press her. He falls silent, instead, moving on to drying his arm. Today is supposed to be for relaxation, so... he should just relax. Worry about whatever ought to be worried about later.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

If you want, though... I could help you dry off.

[automailed]

[He glances back over at that, a small, musing smile crossing his lips.] Guess I don't even have to ask if you want to. [A chance to play with his automail? Like she needs an excuse. He does make a gesture that indicates that yeah, she can come over and help out if she likes.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

And you should be glad to have a mechanic who is more than happy to keep your limbs in perfect condition.

[automailed]

Yeah, yeah. I'd be lost without you here.

[It's said with at least half-sarcasm, but the other half is actual sincerity; he knows how lucky he is, whether it's in Amestris or here. Without Winry and Pinako, he'd still be helpless and stuck in a wheelchair, unable to even move himself around without Al's help. The automail has really made a difference in his life.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.

[automailed]

[He's long-used to having his limbs being taken apart and worked on with him right there, but it's still a bit of a weird feeling, since he can feel the clinking metal and adjustments through the nerves. With her giving his leg all the attention, he sits back, twisting and moving his arm to feel for any lingering sand or watered-down joints.]

Hey, Winry, would you...

[He trails off, his small smile fading into an expression of quiet uncertainty. If he can't even tell Al, how can he say anything to her?]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Would I what, Ed?

[automailed]

[...And now she's watching him. That just makes it even harder, somehow, so he glances away, his gaze wandering down the beach. To where Al is.

He'd be so mad if he knew.]

...Would it be... admitting defeat, if I got Al's body back but not mine?

[It's... not like he doesn't want them both to be happy and whole again, but at the same time...

"Nothing good ever comes from asking too much."]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I suppose that would depend on the situation.

[automailed]

[He does glance over at her for that, though it's brief.]

The situation?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

If you can get both of your bodies back then you should go for it, no doubt. But... if it's out of your reach I don't want things to get worse. I support your decision, if it's one that needs to be made.

[automailed]

[That's... reassuring. Not that he doubted it- Winry's always supported them, always stood by and done whatever she can for them. He and Al really haven't thanked her enough for that support, though admittedly he's never known how. If he doesn't get his body back, he'll have to continue to need her support as a mechanic. Maybe even put her in danger because of it.

He's not sure he can stand that again. But...]

...I don't know what's going to happen. Elicia said that Al gets his body back, but I didn't ask about mine. Why wouldn't I ask...?

[Is he scared of the answer? Or... does he really not care? He can't figure that out at all.]

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I spoke with Elicia about the future once. I think whatever happens to your body you're okay with it. If you weren't what she said wouldn't have happened, I believe.

[automailed]

What she said? [Does she know more than he does? His worries are dispersing a little, which is nice because he's... really not used to being so open with them. Maybe his mind is just drifting too much today, it's weird.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

It's - Something. I don't know if we're ready for it.

[automailed]

[...Um. What? Why is she blushing like that?] You're not making any sense, you know.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

J-just forget about it. It's not something to worry about until after you get Al's body back anyway.

[automailed]

How am I supposed to forget about it after that!? [Seriously, now he's even more worried about the future. Ready for what?]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

It's nothing bad! It's way far into the future! Why worry about it?

[automailed]

Then why do you know about it and I don't!?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

She told me before you showed up!

[automailed]

So why can't you tell me now? It's about me, isn't it? Then I'm involved!

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

So what if it is?!