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WHO: Edward and YOU
WHERE: Anywhere, but mostly Heropa 02 and Heropa libraries
WHEN: Throughout May
WHAT: Catchall!
WARNINGS: idk yet but probably traumatized children, PTSD, teenage defiance, being real offended at people calling alchemy magic

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It's possible to bathe around a cast.

[ He knows from long experience. ]

All right, let's go stop by the bathroom when you're ready.

For your entire life?

[WELP Ed is immediately suspicious.]

Why the bathroom?

Because I teleport using the water system. Hence the question about water.

Can't we go through the kitchen then?

If you prefer. It makes no difference to me.

The kitchen just seems less weird than following some old guy into a bathroom.

[ At that Miles sputters a bit. ]

I'm twenty-one, thank you.

Still old enough to make following you into a bathroom weird.

Right, well. This way.

[ He finds his way back to the kitchen with ease, having snuck in to harass Aral and/or Gregor on multiple occasions. ]

[Ed follows right behind him, still a little dubious about this whole thing.]

So how's it work?

[ He makes a hand wave sort of gesture. ]

Not sure. It can't be a physical transportation because it truly doesn't matter which water line I use. No difference in effect. But we are guaranteed to get soaked.

More bullshit magic...

Whatever. Let's get it over with.

As you prefer.

[ He grins a bit and holds out his hand. ]

[So uncool!!!

Ed takes his hand grudgingly.]

[ One moment, they're standing in the kitchen holding hands awkwardly. The next, everything is dark and filled with the sensation of rushing water. Cold water, utterly soaking them both down to the bone. Fortunately it doesn't last long. They're both spit out into DC7's upstairs bathroom none too gently. Miles in particular bangs his arm hard enough to send a familiar jolt of pain up it. With a faint groan, he sits up in the bathtub. ]

Well. I've had better landings.

[Ed's draped uncomfortably over the sink, stunned for a minute before he shakes off the surprise and works on getting himself down.]

You weren't kidding about getting wet...

I did warn you. Towels are in the spare cupboard there...

[ He hauls himself back onto his feet with a wince. ]

Towels won't do anything for my clothes.

[So, naturally, he claps his hands instead and transmutes the water soaking his clothes into steam. Like a cheater.]

[ Holy shit. Miles is instantly jealous. ]

-- Can you do that for me too?

Oh—sure.

[He presses his hands together again and presses them to Miles' shoulders. The crackles of transmutation that follow are a bit like a rush of intense static electricity, but it does leave him with dry clothes in the end.]

[ Miles shivers a bit as the wave of alchemy goes through him. ]

That is incredibly handy.

Hah, it is pretty great. We would've been soaked forever without that.

You probably would fit my clothes just fine. But - this is infinitely better, yes.

[ He leads the way back downstairs. ]

I'd make them fit even if they didn't.

[LIKE A CHEATER.

Ed follows Miles downstairs, glancing around curiously as they go.]

[ Wait. Miles practically rounds on him at that. ]

That easily? With your alchemy? You have no idea what a pain it is getting clothes that fit here ...