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Winry? I'm going to need you to take a look at my arm. -=He sounds tired. The frantic frustrated screaming all week long has made him hoarse as well.=-

At least, I think it's safe to deal with it now.

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saintedsinner

Must not have a thick enough skull if you're worried about comas. -=Hey, that is comfortable. Maybe he won't be so caustic.=-

How's your friend doing?

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somethingspecial

As well as he can be in this place.

[She has a seat without asking, pulling the bag of her cookies over to her, opening it slightly.]

Want one?

[... this is how she apologizes for being difficult. By... not apologizing at all. But with cookies!]

From:

saintedsinner

-=Edward will accept your cookies, a sign that he accepts your apology.=-

Sure.

-=Munches on it for a moment=-

He's not going to be difficult like you, is he?

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somethingspecial

He's impossible to deal with. A complete and utter diva and extremely jealous of my talents.

[But it's said with the slightest hint of fondness. She cares for Kurt, truly.]

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saintedsinner

You mean he cater-- -=stops himself.=-

He's a singer?

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somethingspecial

Oh, of course. He's one of the most talented singers in New Directions.

Besides me, of course.

From:

saintedsinner

-=He doesn't like the sound of that. Two people caterwauling in the shower?=-

Uh huh.

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somethingspecial

This place needs more music anyway.

From:

saintedsinner

-=Still chewing, giving her a look=-

Place needs more sanity.

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somethingspecial

In this place?

From:

saintedsinner

What, you liked what happened over the past week?

From:

somethingspecial

Of course not.

[With a slight huff. She crosses her arms across her stomach with a frown.]

I hate not being in control.

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saintedsinner

I don't think anyone does, but it happens often enough around here.

-=His tone's steady now. Food in his stomach = reasonable Edward.=-

And even once is too much. This is your first event. There'll be more.

From:

somethingspecial

[Well, now that she knows this, she's bringing cookies before all their conversations.]

Are they just as bad?

From:

saintedsinner

-=Yes. It is little known that Ed's constantly hypoglycemic which translates to his cranky nature. Food does wonders.=-

Can be. I remember my first event stuck here. I was transported to a dorm room with all of these strange people and I had only discovered that my brother was here.

From:

somethingspecial

A dorm room? Like a college dorm room?

From:

saintedsinner

Yeah, I guess that's what they called it. Felt more like glorified barracks, but whatever.

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somethingspecial

My -- competition, Jesse, he had just gotten into school, when I left home. He was going to Los Angeles.

[Totally irrelevant, but it was the first thing she thought of.]

I guess it depends on where you go. I am not getting stuck in a glorified barrack.

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saintedsinner

That's what you say now. I've been through it. You can't stop the Animus.

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somethingspecial

I meant back home, not here.

[Hmph.]

From:

saintedsinner

Either way, you're lucky. You don't have to worry about too much.

From:

somethingspecial

Are you kidding? Here? This place is bedlam.

From:

saintedsinner

You don't have to worry about collecting food, if the roof over your head is stable.... -=takes another cookie to munch on.=-

From:

somethingspecial

[She's quiet as she contemplates this.]

... thanks.

From:

saintedsinner

You're welcome.

-=Starts to get up=-

Time to go get my concussion for the month.

-=He stretches, heading to the door. Funny he doesn't mind her staying in his room. After all, anything important has been sealed with alchemy.=-

Thanks for the sling.