That kid's right arm, or at least what Ed could see of it, was an exact replica of Ed's own. He could only assume that his left leg was also a replica since the brat knew right where to kick to make it hurt the most.
He was back on his feet now and lazar-targeted on the wild child. The crowd around him was nothing but an obstacle to get through. He didn't care if he had to weave, bob, or shove through any of them. His Pokemon? Unfortunately forgotten about as questions swam through his mind like a school of fish trapped in a tank that was far too small for them. The race? What race? Everything melted into the background as Ed made a bee-line for the kid. Meanwhile, Static had dropped the child's coat and Skull had climbed his way up on the Mareep's back. They chased after their determined trainer.
'Who made him that automail? Stupid question. That's WINRY'S automail, dumbass! What the hell happened that he needs it? Why did she make it just like mine? Why won't he just talk to me? Who the hell is this kid anyway? Why is he such a little shit? How the hell am I going to get him to talk to me? He's not going to talk to you after you chase him down like a criminal you idiot. How else am I going to get him to talk to me?'
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That kid's right arm, or at least what Ed could see of it, was an exact replica of Ed's own. He could only assume that his left leg was also a replica since the brat knew right where to kick to make it hurt the most.
He was back on his feet now and lazar-targeted on the wild child. The crowd around him was nothing but an obstacle to get through. He didn't care if he had to weave, bob, or shove through any of them. His Pokemon? Unfortunately forgotten about as questions swam through his mind like a school of fish trapped in a tank that was far too small for them. The race? What race? Everything melted into the background as Ed made a bee-line for the kid. Meanwhile, Static had dropped the child's coat and Skull had climbed his way up on the Mareep's back. They chased after their determined trainer.
'Who made him that automail?
Stupid question. That's WINRY'S automail, dumbass!
What the hell happened that he needs it?
Why did she make it just like mine?
Why won't he just talk to me?
Who the hell is this kid anyway?
Why is he such a little shit?
How the hell am I going to get him to talk to me?
He's not going to talk to you after you chase him down like a criminal you idiot.
How else am I going to get him to talk to me?'