#winry2

“Yo!” Nine had a naturally loud voice, causing anyone to jump if they weren’t expecting sudden company. Hands were deep in his pant pockets,the teen kicking the dirt and trash on the ground as he approached the blonde. They were on mutual terms, or so he believed. “Not only you like sittin’ in the middle of a park, ya like to make your life a dead one.” Nine  was behind her now, hunching over her to see what she was doing.

“Scrap metal? now what the hell are you going to do with that,yo?” They were in Sector three, one of the more risky sectors if you didn’t watch your back or wallet in the more shady parts of the area. But Nine could defend himself, after all he was a war child.”This ain’t arts and crafts”