WHEEL OF FORTUNE.

     “That’s a bit of a silly question, don’t you think?”

SEND “📂“ FOR A RANDOM YET COMPLETELY USELESS HEADCANON I HAVE           « CLOSED »

➤ Naoto hates throwing things away. This much is stated in canon - but this headcanon builds off of that.

She’ll keep things until they’re physically falling apart regardless if the item holds sentimental value or not. Threadbare shirts are worn around the house on lazy days, various trinkets past their prime neatly squirreled away until she can find away to breathe new life into them in the rare idle moment.

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“That sounds so… infantile.”

“It’s been difficult enough to get people to take me seriously due to my age.” To say nothing of her stature. “So if you truly insist on using this degrading moniker, I’ll be taking you to court for defamation.”

(hand to heart) my god

➤ TEXT STARTERS « ACCEPTING »

[✉] WHAT

[✉] Y ELSE

Wait. No, no, that’s not right. Try again!

[✉] I MEAN

[✉] OFC

[✉] UR A HARD WORKER 

[✉] & U NEVER GIVE UP

[✉] & UR ALWAYS LOOKING AHEAD

[✉] &

The couple moments of silence are enough for him to gather his thoughts again, and although he has less bite than before, that might make it easier when talking to someone he’s meant to spend the next few days with.

“Really…okay then.” He smiles, certain that she can’t see it, which might be why it makes it so easy to. He still thought the name Fullmetal was cool, and he more than deserves a cool title, in his opinion. “I do, actually. Me and Al both go all over the place, but we’ve got a lot of business in different areas. When we were chasing after the Philosopher’s Stone, we had to, though. So it was mostly following leads.”

Up until they found out the truth about the stone, most of their time was absorbed with it; tackling smaller things head on on their way. Even if he hates the reality of it, he prefers knowing.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed that Al’s not here with me right now, but he’s back at –” what should he call it? “Home. With Granny Pinako and Winry.” He’s not sure why he’s rambling at this point, just that he can’t really stop, “Winry’s my mechanic, and we’ve known the family since we were small.”

He finally takes a moment to pause, raising his arms up behind his head once he’s finished the bread, “What about you? You must be all over the place too, being a Shirogane and all.”

     In all honesty Naoto wasn’t sure why she had posed the question in the first place - the time the two of them would be spent together was not meant to be invested in building any sort of friendship, for surely the cordiality of business would do -  and her venture was rewarded with regret: a knife delivered to her gut through casual conversation. The consequence of an innocent, well meaning mistake.

Grandfather had taken care of matters himself in collaboration with local police, as was only right. Such an incident was normally far below the State’s radar, all in all nothing but two more tallies added to the day’s statistics. 

Rather than meet Edward’s elaboration with her own right away, she allows his words to sit with her in silence, for the gentle weight of them to settle upon and compress the unspoken pain in her breast. Before the silence stretch itself thin and cross the line of discomfort the girl raises her face from the ground they tread and lifts the brim of her cap from over her eyes.

“I see,” comes the first of her brief responses. 

“I had,” comes the next. 

Naoto does not comment upon how much the family must mean to him - it’s only natural that family is the world to children such as themselves, nor on the brothers’ various adventures. It was none of her business. Her final answer dances on the tip of her tongue, far heavier than it’s predecessors. Normally it would not be like her to divulge such information freely, especially when the wound in her heart had yet to begin scarring over, but it felt as though it were the right thing to do. Perhaps this was just another example Equivalent Exchange in motion.