If You Give A Winry A Robotics Book... [Closed]

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Ed was beginning to think something was up. Winry had been FAR too quiet since the invasion and she KNEW his arm was broken -- the bruises he got from that were proof enough of that. But her usual workday was six days: three nights and three days non-stop. Even factoring in the availability of parts and labor, and the fact she was doing this for free now made him stop and wonder about all of this.

And put simply, she had been quiet for two weeks. And he had been without an arm for two weeks.

Pushing the door open to her workshop on the bus, he called out, "Hey Winry, I hate to bug you but did you get my arm fixed yet?"

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"I'm only guessing off past experience."

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Despite himself, Ed chuckled. "Good NIGHT Winry," he said firmly, turning off her light.

He had a weapon to test after all.