I don't know why I had to try living my life on the otherside

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Who: Winry Rockbell ( installing ) and Haruhi Suzumiya ( godbent )
What: GIRLTIME
When: April 15th, Winry Day
Where: En route to House 10 from Cloud Nine
Summary: Something about the event really hit home. It's time to talk about it.
Rating: S for SUPER SERIOUS


[Winry couldn't tell if she enjoyed that little time of thinking she lived in Sokka's world or not. In some ways she really enjoyed the experience, and felt closer to one of her best friends. In other ways it only cemented some ideas that had been clawing at the back of her mind. She needed to deal with them. Doubt, uncertainty, and fear kept her from doing so before. However she cannot put it off any longer. She wants to make a family. She wants to marry and have children, and she wants it soon. However Haruhi isn't nearly ready for that. She can tell. The air between them lately hasn't been the same, either, so perhaps it really is time. And as they walk back from a night date at Cloud Nine the two share an umbrella.
Winry thinks about how her shoes are lightly soaked as her conversation with Haruhi finds a lull. Now's her chance. She speaks up.]

Hey, Haruhi? Can I ask you something?

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[installing]

[When they reach the house Winry, out of habit, wraps her arms around Haruhi. But because her heart still aches she (without thinking) holds her closer / tighter than normal. I still love you.]

[godbent]

[What is she even supposed to feel at this? Life partner? That's shit. And the fact she can't even hold this against Winry makes it worse. The blonde's just going to drop her here and leave. Bah.

Bah]

[installing]

[Winry's arms drop and she takes a step back. They're both still under the umbrella, and Winry grips the handle with both hands. She doesn't want to just leave it at this. She can't go home with Haruhi like this. But how is she supposed to make it better? Is there a way?]

I-is... there anything else I can do?

[godbent]

No.

[...guh. No, she can't just retreat and do nothing. That's what she always does, but she isn't going to survive this. At the house, she gets onto the porch, sits on the bench on it, and urges Winry to sit next to her]

...I don't know. Sit with me.

[installing]

[Winry does as the girl asks, and sit down on bench. The overhang protects them from the rain, so Winry closes the umbrella.]

[godbent]

[Haruhi closes her eyes, leaning back in the bench. She's so wet. And you know it's cold too. She holds up her left palm and mutters to herself. A small but warm fireball grows in it. to heat them up a little]

[installing]

[Winry's attention is drawn toward the ball of fire. It's warm, and nice.]

You're really good at that.

[godbent]

[Still with her eyes closed:] I'm getting there with teleporting too. Even if it sucks more.

[installing]

Teleporting? Really?

[godbent]

Yeah, since February.

[reoccurred]

That's [weird] neat.

[godbent]

[She would show off about it but... She doesn't have the heart for it. She sighs and begins to hum a Peter Gabriel song. What does she want to say...]

[installing]

Would you still want to meet every Sunday?

[godbent]

Can you afford to?

[installing]

What do you mean "afford to"?

[godbent]

I mean do you need to do.. other... things, or something!

[installing]

What other things do I need to do that I can't do on any other days? I'm not going to just abandon you because we aren't girlfriends anymore.

[godbent]

I don't know, for all I know Good Spirits will start having Singles Night on Sundays.

[installing]

You think I'd go to that sort of thing over spending time with you?

[godbent]

I don't know, I don't think you set aside days for your other friends.

[...Man friends. That hurts to say]

[installing]

Do you want to keep seeing each other on Sundays or not?

[godbent]

Do you?

[Must keep eyes closed. Focus on the flame in your palm, make it larger, make it taller, don't make it burn anyone]

[installing]

Yes.

[godbent]

[...]

Tell me a story, Winry. Of how it's going to be.

[installing]

[...] It'll be hard. I guess we'll slip up a bit. We'll both need time to get things straight. But eventually we'll have moved on? You'll find someone more interesting than me, we'll be dating other people. I'll get married.