[Hello, ducklings! Today you're blessed with the musical sounds of... barking?]

[Why yes, there's a dog on the screen. Winry's dog to be more exact, who barks twice and then looks back with a whine. ('Help?' is seems to ask.) That "back" isn't Winry's place - it's a modern apartment, where you can see a familiar braided boy going from one corner to the other. He's throwing stuff out from their drawers, opening and closing boxes, basically making a mess - cursing like a sailor during the whole deal.]
GoddammitfuckingshitsonofabitchI'MGONNAKILLTHOSEDUCKS!
Sorry, buddy, I'll take care of ya in minute. [Insert a muffled sigh here. This was going to be a long day...]
[Why yes, there's a dog on the screen. Winry's dog to be more exact, who barks twice and then looks back with a whine. ('Help?' is seems to ask.) That "back" isn't Winry's place - it's a modern apartment, where you can see a familiar braided boy going from one corner to the other. He's throwing stuff out from their drawers, opening and closing boxes, basically making a mess - cursing like a sailor during the whole deal.]
GoddammitfuckingshitsonofabitchI'MGONNAKILLTHOSEDUCKS!
[After opening the last drawer for the zillionth time, Duo finally gives up and throws himself down on the couch. Den, like a good pet companion, leaves the desk to go and confort the boy by licking his hand. A hand that, after blindly waving around, finds the dog's head and pets it.]
Sorry, buddy, I'll take care of ya in minute. [Insert a muffled sigh here. This was going to be a long day...]
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