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Meetings and Movings [Active]
Character(s): Edward Elric, Pride, the Prinny Squad, and Sasori
Content:The Prinnies meet Pride and all five of them start out on a quest to find Al!
Setting: The Joutenheim Inn
Time: Morning
Warnings: Er . . . maybe language. And some insinuations. XD
Edward was asleep in Pride's bed yet again. He'd taken to sleeping there mostly because he felt bad about leaving him alone at night and the thought of spending the night with Pride and the prinnies was as frightening a thought as meeting Envy again in the form of a giant milk bottle. The blonde was sprawled on the bed as usual, the sheets kicked mostly off of him and his metal hand laying across the bared part of his stomach between his boxers and an old t-shirt, quietly snoring away.
Content:The Prinnies meet Pride and all five of them start out on a quest to find Al!
Setting: The Joutenheim Inn
Time: Morning
Warnings: Er . . . maybe language. And some insinuations. XD
Edward was asleep in Pride's bed yet again. He'd taken to sleeping there mostly because he felt bad about leaving him alone at night and the thought of spending the night with Pride and the prinnies was as frightening a thought as meeting Envy again in the form of a giant milk bottle. The blonde was sprawled on the bed as usual, the sheets kicked mostly off of him and his metal hand laying across the bared part of his stomach between his boxers and an old t-shirt, quietly snoring away.
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Bellatrix once again remained the practical one. "That's a long walk, dood," she said simply. Evidently looking around on the journals when they had nothing else to do had been a good idea - she'd found something that might be able to help them. "Why don't we take the train, dood?"
Freidrich sat up and rubbed his sore head with a flipper. "Ow, dood..."