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Title: Cinderella Complex
Day/Theme: 12.18 - Her own brand of sanity
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: G
Day/Theme: 12.18 - Her own brand of sanity
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: G
"You're crazy," Ed maintained, huddled down in one of the three chairs situated in the very center of the boutique.
"You say that every time we go shopping, Ed," Winry reminded him, turning this way and that to make sure she had seen her feet, and the shoes on them, at every possible angle.
"Yeah," he groused, sinking lower into the chair. "But usually you're picking out automail parts, and I'm only being stubborn. I really mean it this time."
"Because of the shoes?" she queried, turning to face him, hands on hips, one knee cocked. She looked like a store mannequin in her pretty yellow sundress. The shoes on her feet were patent leather in the brightest, most sunshiny shade of canary yellow with the highest heels (four and a half inches, surely; maybe more) that he'd ever seen.
"Yeah," he mumbled, "because of the shoes."
***
"I told you you were crazy," Ed maintained, the words blaring in the silence of the evening as he piggybacked her down the street toward her apartment.
Winry lifted her face out of his hair to mumble sleepily, "S'not my fault. I'm not used to them. They hurt."
"That's why you''re crazy," he said gently. glancing down at her feet, still adorned with the (ridiculously) expensive, (dangerously) high-heeled, (incredibly) gorgeous little shoes that she'd managed to talk him into buying in place of his usual gift of automail equipment. They did look great on her, but... "I think I would have preferred the automail."
"You say that every time we go shopping, Ed," Winry reminded him, turning this way and that to make sure she had seen her feet, and the shoes on them, at every possible angle.
"Yeah," he groused, sinking lower into the chair. "But usually you're picking out automail parts, and I'm only being stubborn. I really mean it this time."
"Because of the shoes?" she queried, turning to face him, hands on hips, one knee cocked. She looked like a store mannequin in her pretty yellow sundress. The shoes on her feet were patent leather in the brightest, most sunshiny shade of canary yellow with the highest heels (four and a half inches, surely; maybe more) that he'd ever seen.
"Yeah," he mumbled, "because of the shoes."
***
"I told you you were crazy," Ed maintained, the words blaring in the silence of the evening as he piggybacked her down the street toward her apartment.
Winry lifted her face out of his hair to mumble sleepily, "S'not my fault. I'm not used to them. They hurt."
"That's why you''re crazy," he said gently. glancing down at her feet, still adorned with the (ridiculously) expensive, (dangerously) high-heeled, (incredibly) gorgeous little shoes that she'd managed to talk him into buying in place of his usual gift of automail equipment. They did look great on her, but... "I think I would have preferred the automail."