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[saintedsinner]

-=His words sound nasally and stuffed up.=-


Anyone have anything for allergies, here?

Stupid flowers.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

If you drank your milk, you'd be taller.

[saintedsinner]

What the hell does fuckin' milk have to do with goddamned flowers!?


AND STOP CALLING ME SHORT!

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[What kind of twisted logic...]

Perhaps if you were taller the pollen wouldn't reach you?

[saintedsinner]

.... This event gave you brain damage, didn't it?

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't it concern you more if I didn't take advantage of a prime opportunity to tease you?

[saintedsinner]

... Maybe.

So you're back to normal, now.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

Tea now tastes like tea, if that's what you mean.

[saintedsinner]

Good.


-=Still creeped out about everything.=-

So you got any ideas about allergies? -=there are friggin flowers EVERYWHERE. Many can be seen on the PCD=-

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

Honestly, Edward? I'm not sure I can help. Perhaps... getting rid of the flowers would be a start though?

[saintedsinner]

-=Grumbles under his breath that isn't completely discernable.=-

Marge can only eat so much.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

... I could take them off your hands? To my knowledge no one in the house suffers.

[saintedsinner]

-=an eyeroll, and then a really violent series of sneezes that sound like Ed's going to sneeze out a lung.=-

Sure. Knock yourself out.

[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Have an arched eyebrow.]

Hmn. Yes, perhaps the sooner the better.

[saintedsinner]

-=a weak moan and a 'thunk' as he knocks his head on the table.=-

Fuckin' hate flowers.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[It isn't long until he's at Ed's door. Knocking loudly.]

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[saintedsinner]

-=looking like death warmed over and sounding like his lungs are drowning, he opens the door.=-

Yeah?--

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Dear lord, please don't die.]

Oh dear.

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[saintedsinner]

-=Fuck off, General.=-

What.

-=SNGGGGROOOOCK.=-

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[See Roy taking a few steps back.]

Do you want me to take those flowers off your hands, or not?

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[saintedsinner]

-=nods a bit and opens the door, letting Mustang in.=-

Yeah. Get rid of them.



-=he'd be happy if Mustang burned them, too=-

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[He wanders in, trying his best to avoid Ed.]

I'll just take them and go, shall I?

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[saintedsinner]

Yeah.

-=A big ass AH-CHOO! in your direction, Mustang.=-

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's not cool. Have a very unimpressed look, Fullmetal.]

Right.

[He takes no time about scooping up the flowers he can find, curling them up into his elbow.]

I suppose I have Winry to thank?

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[saintedsinner]

Sorry.

-=There's a buttload of them in transmuted vases.=-

Eh. She wasn't thrilled having them here, either.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[To which he points, slightly amused.]

Those too?

I'm not really surprised, she's had to put up with them all week.