returninghope | Regret 009; [Written]

[A message appears in the journal, first a series of crossed out words and intelligible scribbles, then a harshly scrawled question. Someone seems to be having trouble finding the right words to express themselves today.]

~~What do you all do to- What happens when--~~

What do you do to take your mind off something? What are you supposed to do when there's something you just can't stop thinking about?

~~If there's any way to beat it out of me, that works too.~~

[Zan'nen's frown deepened. Such a stupid question, but the emptiness of his house was really weighing on his mind. The loss of his roommate, and everyone talking about being sent home and disappearing only made it more apparent. The kid he lived with was always so nervous, how the hell was he supposed to know if he was okay out there? Back on his world? Why wasn't their a way to find out?]

Also, I'd like to know who's still around that recognizes me, if anyone. I was gone for a while. So, hello to the rest of you too, I suppose. Anything major change recently I should know about?

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That's it I guess.

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Just make me something good. I have confidence in you.

I'll remember you said that. See you soon, Win.

[Zan'nen didn't really wait long to see her. It was a little late to go sight-seeing the day they'd originally spoken, but the next day had seemed completely fine to him. He figured they'd waited long enough to speak.

So on the 18th, Zan'nen shows up at the Smithy, armed rather awkwardly with a completely traditional picnic basket. Red-checkered cloth and all. She hadn't really told him when her lunch break was, so he shows up at about twelve-ish. If she looks busy, he doesn't bother saying hello, but instead wanders around poking at finished weapons and things no one has claimed yet until someone decides to tell him to stop, or he breaks something. Whichever comes first.]

[Twelve-ish, actually, is when she usually wanders in. She's been here for just a short while, setting up, when Zan'nen walks in. Winry sets her t-square and graph paper down to greet him when he walks in.]

Wow, you went all out.

Not really. It didn't take long or anything. [He's the man who can't take a compliment, despite putting together several different kinds of sandwich, a fruit salad, vegetable salad, potato salad, not to mention cookies and brownies for desert. He's had a lot of time on his hands.

Glancing around the room, he can tell he'd probably picked the wrong time to be here. Whoops.]

... It's early, huh? I can come back later.

No, it's fine. I just wake up late.

Well... Good morning, then, I guess.

Do you have a lot to do today?

No, not at all.

Regret 009; [Written]

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[Written -> Action] Unless you would prefer an Appointments Post?

[Action] This is fine with me!

[Action] Cool!

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