#themechanicwinry

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

Alfons loves having scientific conversations about anything mechanical with Winry. When she showed him auotmail for the first time, he was completely fascinated and asked her endless questions, finding her skills extremely impressive.

 ♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

Alfons looked around the field with a frown. He couldn't deny it anymore; he was completely lost. The last thing that he remembered before waking up surrounded by the seemingly endless waves of grass and sheep was sending his roommate home and feeling a  heavy thud in his chest before darkness took him. 

He pushed past a few more sheep and continued walking. After what felt like an eternity, he finally saw a small, wooden fence in the distance. If there were a fence, there must be someone nearby. He picked up his pace, relieved to see that his prediction had been at least partially correct. On the other side of the fence, a dirt road snaked its way toward a distant town. It didn't look very populated from here, but at least he'd be able to find someone to tell him where he was.