[Action] > backdated to yesterday afternoon for pacing's sake.

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[If you happen to be out and about in the village today, you might find find a strange sight. There is a scattered trail of brightly coloured candies in the snow, in various locations throughout the village. Where a tree or a bush might have once been, there is now nothing but candy. In the smithy, what was once a sword is now candy. The broom that might have been useful in cleaning up such a mess is also gone. Certain spots in the grocery store are full of candy as well- as if someone had taken something off of a shelf and replaced it with a handful of sweets. The entire tomato and pepper sections have been completely cleared out, inside transformed into bins of candy.

And in the plaza, sitting on the edge of the fountain, is Edward, his face buried in his arms. It's hard to tell if he's annoyed or just downright depressed. And the fountain itself, instead of being filled with the normal flowing water or even seasonal ice?

Full. Of. Candy.]


[ooc: Edward has the superpower of the SKITTLES MAN. May children everywhere now love him. Just don't let him shake their hands...]

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[Edward shrugs.] I'm not that fond of sweets. Help yourself, though- other people seem to be enjoying it. [In fact, everyone thinks this is much cooler than he does 8|;]

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Then how do you eat? Does someone feed you?

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[You know you waaaaaant to |D]

...I've been eating the candy. I haven't figured out an alternative yet. [He's been trying not to think about it. At least it hasn't been days or anything...]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Poor thing...

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[Well, Sokka was turning them into meat earlier. Still, they're just transformed water at the moment.

He glances over, a brief smile crossing his lips at the gesture.]

I'm not fond of sympathy, you know. Anyway, it's just my hands that seem to be changing things.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Then what are you fond of?

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...What? [Whoa, he wasn't expecting that.]

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"I'm not fond of sweets, I'm not fond of sympathy."

Come on, spit it out.

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[...Grump, grump, grump.] ...I like the smithy, then. [That's enough, right?]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

That's hardly an acceptable response!

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How is that not acceptable!? It's how I feel!

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It isn't acceptable because I already knew that! The smithy, weapons, armor, and Sigmu-

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[..................fffffff.]

N... nevermind about Lord Sigmund. That's no one's business.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, Edward. I didn't mean...

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It's fine! ...It's fine. [Shifting in discomfort. He really doesn't know how to talk about Sigmund like this.]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

It wasn't just girl-you that had an interest in Sigmund, was it?

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[To call his expression deer-in-headlights would be putting it very lightly.]

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I-if I'm wrong I didn't mean to offend you, but when you were - and I didn't want to just assume - !

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[....Sigh. Maybe he should just give up now.]

No, I... you're right. It's... a fair observation.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Edward, is Sigmund your first?

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My first...?

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First person you fell in love with?

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....Y... yes. [He's not sure if that's good or bad.]

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He must be really important to you, then. First loves... they're a real big deal.

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You have one, then? [He feels like he knows so little about Winry's life beyond the smithy, so he can't help but feel interested.]