“Oooh! It’s so pretty!” squealed the woman, looking at a ring.
“That’s the new design from Dun Studio! Who would’ve thought that i’d find such a treasure in a place like this? Can I have it, please?”
“Of course. Anything for you baby.” said the man, grinning at her.
You smiled at the couple.
“Oooh! It’s so pretty!” squealed Winry, looking at an automail arm.
“That’s the new design from Gods Studio! Who would’ve thought that i’d find such a treasure in a place like this?!”
You, Ed and Al stared at her. Deja vu, much?
“What?” she said.
“Nothing.” said Ed. “Come on, let’s go.”
You reached a large plaza. Little hearts were surrounding Winry as she looked around.
“Come one, come all! Want to try some mechanical arm wrestling?” a guy called.
You all went to the front of the crowd, where a huge guy was sitting at the table with a wicked looking arm. A man stepped up. “All right! I just got this brand new arm today, and i’ve been dying to test it out!” he bragged.
“Oh, looks like we’ve got a real fighter here! 3, 2, 1, go!”
In a second the man with the wicked arm was holding the other man’s automail, which was crushed. “Did you say it was new?” he asked.
The volunteer gaped in disbelief. Suddenly, he was bombarded with a crowd of eager saleman, and taken away in a huge mob.
Ed, Al and you stared. Winry just giggled.
“Who else wants to try? How about you?” he asked Al.
“Me!? No, no.” said Al.
“Well, how about you, princess?” he asked. Then he laughed. “Sorry I asked. There’s no way that a girl like you could possibly try this!”
Steam flew out of your ears. “Just try me buddy!” you yelled, sitting down.
“Ah! Y/N, you can’t!” said Winry.
“Oh ho ho! Okay then princess!” said the vendor. “3, 2, 1, go!”
SLAM!
The large guy stared at his automail arm, which was now smashed and in your hands. You threw it at the vendor, hitting him square on the head. “How do girls look now, buddy?” you jeered.
You got up. “Carry on.” you said, walking off with a dismissal wave of your hand.
“How did she do it?” asked Winry.
“She used alchemy to change his arm into a weaker substance.” Al whispered.
“But that’s cheating!” complained Winry.
“Can’t hear you!” you sang.
All of a sudden, you were surrounded by people, wanting to have a look at your arm.
“Is that a new design?” “Never seen it..”” “It’s rather nice..”
“I made it! I did!” said Winry.
“Hey, girly. I can’t get a good look. Take off your shirt.” someone said.
“WHAT!?” you squeaked.
“I made his arm too. It’s the same design, except male.” said Winry, pointing at Ed.
They all mobbed him, removing his clothes to look at his automail.
