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It was such a lovely day out that for once, Winry wasn't content to be inside working on things. She was still reading over the notes she'd made on glassmaking, and trying to figure out substitutes for the stuff they didn't have, which was fun (to Winry, at least), but it was time to get out. So after a stop at the compound clothes box for

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That morning, Edward had dressed in his favorite pair of drawstring shorts, and decided to forgo a shirt. Even though flip-flops did little to really protect his automail from sand and dirt, he slipped them on anyway, and left a quick note on Al's pillow.

Out for a walk. Be home by dinner.
- Ed

When it got too warm, he cut through the shade, and when he thought he could handle the heat, he stepped back out into the sun. He avoided people at all costs, although it was difficult considering the island's population. By mid-afternoon, he'd mostly worn off his desire to move, and found himself in one of his favored resting spots.

The waterfall was rather calming, and somehow managed to be empty as often as not. Today, it seemed that people would have rather been elsewhere, and he was thankful for that...

Until the head of pale blond hair surfaced, and he stopped short.

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Winry blinked and wiped the water out of her eyes as she surfaced, seeing Ed there. "Oh, hello," she said, feeling a little bit weird for some reason. Which was stupid, as she and Ed and Al used to go swimming all the time when they were little. What was the big deal, anyway? "You going for a swim?"

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"Wasn't planning on it," he said, stepping closer to the edge of the pool. Although Winry was certainly used to it by now, Edward was interesting to look at -- between the metal bolted to his torso, the mis-matched limbs... and he wasn't anywhere near large, in height or otherwise. Scars here and there across his sides, his chest, his flesh shoulder, most of them thin and fading. It was easier to see them now, against his lightly tanned (and often times sunburned) skin.

Also, he was in desperate need of a haircut; his bangs had all but vanished, most of it grown long enough to pull back into the ponytail that brushed his middle-back.

He settled himself at the edge of the water, but didn't so much as dip a toe in. "finally came out of that cave of yours, huh?" he joked. Seemed like Winry hardly ever left that tree house. At least, not when he was looking.

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"I don't live in a cave," said Winry, pushing her wet blonde hair out of her face. "I live in a treehouse." She remained some distance from where he sat, treading water. She was really only visible from the shoulders up, and was reluctant to actually come out of the water. "I just felt like enjoying the day. It's nice out."