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[Ever since New Years, he's taken to trying to stay indoors when he can, venturing out only when necessary. Since the arrival of a certain short blond alchemist's parents, he's been trying to keep an even lower profile... because it's cold outside, and automail is metal, and getting punched by a cold metal fist is not high on his list of priorities.

After all, what if it was like getting your tongue stuck to an ice cube? What if he wound up stuck to Edward's arm? And of course, this opens up a whole new can of worms that he doesn't even want to think about because he isn't the one with the metal limbs...

But even more pressing is the fact that he's noticed something here and there on the floor of his apartment: feathers. His feathers. Not a lot, but definitely not just one or two. This means the question must be asked, and so he turns to the journal and its video function.]

Perhaps someone else will be able to answer this, but is this [A pause as he turns the journal to point at the feathers on the floor] normal?

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[Only sometimes. After Ed jumped down his throat over it, he figures he'll say it before anyone else can.]

She's pretty, but sadly, she's not my type. And Fullmetal would've killed me.

Probably. We ran into his father before the Promised Day. He greeted him with a punch to the jaw. You wouldn't want him as a son.

How do you-

Why the-

[He's trying to wrap his mind around this, but given Ed's personality, he's somehow not surprised, just a little horrified.]

You're right. They can keep him.

[If only he knew the Colonel better, he could certainly enjoy the mental image of Roy being Ed's father. Alas.]

I'm sure they'll be relieved. [Ed. A bundle of joy.] Not that I envy him right now.

I don't either. It'll take time, but... he'll be alright. He hasn't let anything break him thus far.

[Hopefully those won't end up being be famous last words.]

I'm not worried about him. [It's Ed. He'll figure it out. Even if he gets himself horribly injured in the process. That's just how he gets things done.] This place just keeps filling up with Amestrians, though.

Hey, there aren’t that many of us here.

There's four times as many of you as Xingese. For a country as small as yours, it doesn't make that much sense.

Maybe Luceti has faulty immigration laws?

So you're saying Amestris is responsible for all of this? I should have known.

I can't say I'd be surprised, given everything else it's responsible for. Or maybe Xing is just too strict on its policies.

We do draw the line at capturing foreigners and putting wings on them. I guess everyone was right about visiting foreign countries being dangerous.

[Oh. Wow, Colonel. She sees what you're doing there. CLEARING HER THROAT VERY LOUDLY.]

Colonel.

[You are losing so much face. you can hear her tapping her foot.]