Edward Elric (
automailed) wrote2012-01-14 01:33 am
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Entry tags:
- !derek bliss,
- !elicia hughes,
- !haruhi,
- !hiccup,
- !hohenheim,
- !keimi,
- !lindsay d ballard,
- !link (windwaker),
- !mewtwo,
- !mommy,
- !nami,
- !rainbow dash,
- !raven,
- !robert hastings,
- !roxas,
- !seto,
- !sokka,
- !taokaka,
- !tyria,
- !winry,
- "that bastard" = "dad",
- [action],
- [voice],
- awkward home life is awkward,
- house intruder,
- ilu mommy,
- stupid hohenheim
[Voice / Action] backdated to JANUARY 13th
[...So it's been a week. A full week since his parents had shown up in Luceti. And as of today, with the last bit of furniture in place, he and Al are officially "moved in". At least, in the sense of physically living there. Edward still finds himself looking out the window an awful lot and double-taking at the house number across the street, and at least three times now he's turned to approach the door of the Hughes' household instead of his own. He hasn't barged in unintentionally yet, at least. That would have been awfully embarrassing.
He's still not sure how he feels about this... home life. Thing. Adjustment is one thing, but actually coming to expect his mother's smiling face when he walks through the front door? It's a little scary. Wonderful in a lot of ways, but...
And that's not even getting into the issue of living so close to Hohenheim for this long, something he hasn't done since early childhood. And despite promising to give the man a chance, their relationship is tenuous at best, violent at its worst. He's still not calling the man "father", either. And there's poor Al in the middle, still stuck in his wheelchair... dammit...
Well, let's just say he's in desperate need of some distraction. So after giving it some thought, he turns to the journal-]
Hey, got a question for anyone listening out there-
I was talking to this kid a while back - Aoba - and something came up. Do we have some kind of directory of all the worlds people are from? I don't mean that world sharing class, I mean actual maps of all the different worlds, or countries within those worlds, or whatever.
Because if there isn't, then I'd like to make one. So if you wanna get involved, talk about where you're from here- show a map, gimme an idea of what it's like. I'll take what I can get.
[A little while later, he'll be venturing to his usual hotspots- the library, for some books for poor Al to read, and the Battle Dome, to take out some of his pent-up frustrations (and to duke it out with a few of the homunculus for kicks), then to the shops for a bit of perusing. He can be pestered around down at any time, looking uncharacteristically unsure, though he's been looking that way all week, so at this point it may not be anything new.
Eventually he'll return home to his family some time before dinner, carrying with him (in addition to Al's books) a toolbox, a bag containing some clothes, and a collection of sticky buns for dessert/snacking-
...but not before barging into the Hughes house accidentally. Apparently there really is a first time for everything.]
He's still not sure how he feels about this... home life. Thing. Adjustment is one thing, but actually coming to expect his mother's smiling face when he walks through the front door? It's a little scary. Wonderful in a lot of ways, but...
And that's not even getting into the issue of living so close to Hohenheim for this long, something he hasn't done since early childhood. And despite promising to give the man a chance, their relationship is tenuous at best, violent at its worst. He's still not calling the man "father", either. And there's poor Al in the middle, still stuck in his wheelchair... dammit...
Well, let's just say he's in desperate need of some distraction. So after giving it some thought, he turns to the journal-]
Hey, got a question for anyone listening out there-
I was talking to this kid a while back - Aoba - and something came up. Do we have some kind of directory of all the worlds people are from? I don't mean that world sharing class, I mean actual maps of all the different worlds, or countries within those worlds, or whatever.
Because if there isn't, then I'd like to make one. So if you wanna get involved, talk about where you're from here- show a map, gimme an idea of what it's like. I'll take what I can get.
[A little while later, he'll be venturing to his usual hotspots- the library, for some books for poor Al to read, and the Battle Dome, to take out some of his pent-up frustrations (and to duke it out with a few of the homunculus for kicks), then to the shops for a bit of perusing. He can be pestered around down at any time, looking uncharacteristically unsure, though he's been looking that way all week, so at this point it may not be anything new.
Eventually he'll return home to his family some time before dinner, carrying with him (in addition to Al's books) a toolbox, a bag containing some clothes, and a collection of sticky buns for dessert/snacking-
...but not before barging into the Hughes house accidentally. Apparently there really is a first time for everything.]
/SQUISHES CHEEKS. YOU'RE SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE SERIOUS
I can't help it. I'm just gad to be cooking again.
[She pauses and thinks. Then points to cups of sugar, flour, and other various dry ingredients on the counter.]
Could you mix those up in a bowl for me? I'm working with the liquids now.
AAAAHHH MOM YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME...
[...Okay, here goes. Hopefully a mother's touch will help him avoid another grand failure. Although that time he made breakfast turned out well... maybe it's just baked goods that are his foil. Mixing this stuff up now.]
I always figured alchemists would be better cooks, but I haven't gotten the hang of doing this yet.
THAT'S WHAT MOMS DO
You're more suited for science than the kitchen in my opinion. Though, you and your brother do make the perfect taste testers.
[She sets the bowl on the counter and holds her hand out for the other.]
Nice and mixed up?
SO UNFAIR ;A;
Yeah, all done. It already smells good.
DEAL WITH IT
Help me shape them? [She started rolling a clump into a ball and put it on the sheet.]
/deals with it ;;
Might not be such a great idea...
[The issue of cookie dough in the joints aside, if he tries to touch them they'll just become gear oil cookies. Gross.
...Automail is stupidly inconvenient in the kitchen 8|;]
aw yes /shades
Light bulb!] Well, tell you what. I'll shape them, and you can sprinkle the sugar on them, okay?
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I remember doing this when me and Al were kids. I kept trying to roll them in the sugar so they'd be totally coated...
[Because he totally needed more energy fuel as a kid, yep.]
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You could go through a whole bag of sugar for just one batch! I hope you boys learned to restrain yourselves from that now.
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We don't eat a lot of sweets on the road.
[Besides the fact that Al was never able to eat any.]
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It's a good thing you both can now, then.
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Maybe if you would drink your milk, that wouldn't be a problem!
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[And it's a good thing he hasn't discovered the nature of this growth yet.]
1/2
2/2
My, two inches? You're certainly growing fast! [I wonder if that's all he'll grow...]
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Yeah, you just wait. Someday I'll be huge!
[It's a delightful pipedream. Though one benefit for having Hohenheim as a (bastard) father is that the man is tall...]
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I have no doubt!
[Except she does, but shhhh.]
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...Still.]
You don't have to laugh about it...
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Aw, sweetie, I'm sorry.
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No- no, no, it's okay. I've gotta put my money where my mouth is, right?
[So to speak.]
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You'll get taller, I'm sure of it.
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...Thanks, Mom.
[For more than just the encouragement, though he's not sure what else to say. Hopefully she'll understand.]
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Anytime, sweetie. I'm sure you both got your father's height, after all.
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