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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:06:47 GMT -6
Winrylooked up at that exact moment, "AH!" She yelped instantly turning her face... "Put soem clothes on!" she yelled
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 25, 2008 16:09:20 GMT -6
Martel gagged slightly. "For the love of God, Havoc! Put some clothes on!" she yelled turning away. "Damn, I just get over the morning sickness and now this crap?" the chimera muttered to herself.
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:11:13 GMT -6
Winry nodded mutely in agreement, "There's a room to the left, go in and please put on soem clothes," she managed.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:12:05 GMT -6
"Uh, sorry."Havoc grins nervously, rubbing the back of his neck "Didn't realise people were in here."
He gives Winry one last glance before fleeing up the stairs, a hasty bye trailing behind.
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:17:16 GMT -6
Winry slams her hea don the table, "W-who was th-that?" she managed for she had gotten a view[and the poor girl was unable to clear her mind. Good thing vampires aren't real for anybody right now could tell Winry was in a distressed mood.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:19:34 GMT -6
Having dressed in some jeans and a black t-shirt, Havoc let out a sigh before heading back downstairs.
This was going to be awkward.
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:22:39 GMT -6
Winry still had her head on the table but she soon got up and went back to her drawing, but flipping through the notebook and hoping no one saw her, she began drawing a picture of the blonde who had coem through, when she heard some oen on the stairs she instantly went back to her picture of teh auto-mail arm
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Post by Scar on Mar 25, 2008 16:25:07 GMT -6
"That was Jean Havoc." Scar replied by the sink. "Military personel with a nicotene craving and bad luck with women. As in all the women he meets are either stolen by Mustang or have wierd tastes in men, ones that he does not fit. All in all, not so bad for a Military dog."
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:27:56 GMT -6
Winry shrugged, "Yeah well, Mustang's a bastard. Doesn't bother me as long as his wearing only a towel doesn't happen often I won't say anything against him." she repleid flipping back to her picture of Havoc and doing small details. After all, an inventor ahs extradinary drawing skills, how else are they able to carefully plan out what they build?
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Post by dudeguy on Mar 25, 2008 16:28:34 GMT -6
Dorochet just sits back and lights his pipe, taking a long pull from it and exhales it with a peaceful look about his face. He then pull out a bottle of sake and pulls out a small glass and pours himself some. He looks out the window " what a nice day today..." he says only mildly enthused.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:31:18 GMT -6
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Havoc decides to head back onti the kitchen, he never really got anything to eat last time.
Upon entering, he notices the blond girl still sitting there with a notebook. Curiosity getting the better of him, he leans over her shoulder to see what she was up to.
A blush rose across his face.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 25, 2008 16:33:54 GMT -6
"I'd go outside if I was you, Dorochet" Martel warned her old friend. She knew how Scar felt about smoking indoors. And Dorochet wasn't as....think headed as Greed was. You knew what being thrown out a window would do to the poor doggy?
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Post by fanboi on Mar 25, 2008 16:34:54 GMT -6
Winry not notcing a thing kept drawing, slowly adding ehr name witha flourish she then thought about it and added Jean's name, then shut the notebook to coem face to face with havoc himself, "AH!" she yelled in embarrisment, realizing eh ahd caught ehr drawing him, "I, uh, I'm building a robot and I need to study the human body." she said thinking up a lie on teh spot. She inwardly goraned, no one would ever buy that one.
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Post by dante on Mar 25, 2008 16:36:01 GMT -6
"If I were you, Martel," Dante corrected her grammar as she took a sip of her tea, her angry eyes resting on Havoc. She was already feeling under the weather, and his naked body was the last thing she needed to see. Edward or Scar's would be fine, but not his.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:37:35 GMT -6
Still at a loss for words Havoc just nodded as he stared into her blue eyes.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 25, 2008 16:38:21 GMT -6
Martel rolled her eyes. She had spent her childhood jumping from foster home to foster home and spent most of her adult life in a cage. Did Dante really think she had learned a lot of grammar? But, not wanting to anger the bitch, she kept her mouth shut.
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Post by Scar on Mar 25, 2008 16:43:42 GMT -6
Scar looked at Havoc and Winry, and sighed. "Great, this is my job too now?" he muttered bitterly as he walked towards the two. He then knocked their heads together. "Winry Rockbell, Jean Havoc. Jean Havoc, Winry Rockbell. You're both aquainted with the Elrics and I've either tried to kill you or people you know, and in some cases have succeeded. There, you have something in common. Oh, and Havoc wants to know if you will go to dinner with him." With that, the Ishballan walked back to the sink. Hell yeah, he was fucking awesome.
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Post by dudeguy on Mar 25, 2008 16:44:52 GMT -6
Dorochet looked at Martel slightly puzzled but then got what she meant and instead of getting up, he just held his thumb over his pipe and snuffed it out, ignoring the unpleasant burning sensation that had started crawling up his thumb. He then gave a cross look at Dante and resumed sipping his drink.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 25, 2008 16:49:02 GMT -6
Seeing what had happened, Martel was confused. She stood up and walked over to Scar. "Hey, when did you become a matchmaker?" she questioned the dark-skinned man.
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2008 16:49:37 GMT -6
"Hi."Havoc grins sheepishly holding out his hand to Winry.
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