Oh Shit, It's Dr Maxwell!

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Duo had finished the press.

Hallelujah and all that jazz, he had FINISHED the freakin' thing, and now there was a certain boy with prosthetic limbs he knew of that needed some hardcore maintenance.

Duo was glad as hell that Ed was alive, but he almost dreaded the state of the automail. It couldn't be goodHe had all of his own tools and some

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Edward looked up from his book. The voice was muffled through the closed door, but there was no mistaking it for anyone but Duo. "In the cart!" he shouted in reply, setting the book aside and crawling to the door.

With a good push, he swung the door open and peered out, grinning sheepishly. "Thanks for coming by, Duo. It's so stupid, being stuck here like this."

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"No, it just sucks," Duo countered, hopping nimbly into the cart. "It's the smart thing to do, though. C'mon, let's see 'em!"

He flashed Ed a grin and started setting out tools.

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Edward nodded, and edged back to let Duo into the rather minimal empty-floor-space. "My arm's not really too bad... it's mostly my leg," he said, as he pulled himself up to sit on one of the crates.

The foot of flesh and bone was wrapped expertly in white bandages. the left foot, however, had obviously not received proper treatment. The steel's finish was far from it's usual dull-shine, and though the majority of the dirt and grime had been washed away, a trained eye could see the residue in the grooves of the artificial joints.

"See..." he moved his ankle, which resulted in an odd sort of sound -- something like tires make when they spin in the mud. "and then my toes won't move at all," he added, and sure enough, there was no movement at all from the small metal digits.

Winry would have skinned him alive.

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Duo stared. It was the sort of expression one got when they witness their neighbor's dog getting run over by an SUV.

Repeatedly.

".....holy fuckin' shit," he sighed. "Gimme that."

He leaned over, taking Ed's automail ankle into his hands and then pulling into his lap. He picked up the eyedropper and canister of water, and a small screwdriver, and started disassembling the casing.

"How ya sleepin'?" He asked around a mouthful of tools.