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(Foster Fam+Riza, #semi-serious-shit)
7:23am
streetrat2: this is going to sound crazy, but
Arson is okay: Aren’t you two supposed to be at school right about now?
streetrat1: okay it’s not my fault this time i swear
Arson is okay: Ed. What did you do.
streetrat1: nothing!
streetrat2: someone rear ended us and now we’re kind of stuck in a ditch :)
streetrat1: see, it’s not my fault
streetrat1: blame the asshole for being drunk and passing out at the wheel
dear christ: you two better not have taken the good car. if you did you will be paying for it.
streetrat2: we didn’t! we had roy’s
Arson is okay: You crashed my car?!
Aw shoot: What’s this about crashing cars? Again, Ed?
streetrat1: it wasn’t my fault!!
streetrat2: it really wasn’t this time, surprisingly
streetrat1: what’s that supposed to mean?!?
dear christ: calm on the punctuation, kid. roy, go help your siblings.
Arson is okay: Fine. Are you two trapped anywhere? Since this is in semi-serious matters, I’m assuming no one’s hurt.
dear christ: you know what to do if the cops are called, don’t you?
streetrat2: don’t worry mme christmas, we have our fake id’s still
dear christ: good.
Aw shoot: As a cop, I shouldn’t condone this.
Arson is okay: Also as a cop, I shouldn’t either. Unfortunately here we are.
dear christ: you know you both have a soft spot for everyone.
Arson is okay: Whatever. On my way.
streetrat1: thanks bastard
streetrat1: we should totally get ice cream on the way
streetrat2: i’d agree but there aren’t any places when we’re this far out in the countryside…
streetrat1: true. maybe we can just make the school give us some
streetrat2: do they have ice cream?
streetrat1: winry’s there already and sent me a pic with some ice cream, so they fuckin better
Aw shoot: Don’t overload on sugar again. We know how that turned out last time.
streetrat2: we don’t talk about that.
(Foster Fam+Riza, #general)
9:02am
streetrat1: they didn’t fucking give us ice cream. i’m so pissed
streetrat1: i even said that we were rear ended by a drunk guy and had to have roy drop us off but they didn’t believe me because it was 7 in the morning
streetrat1: and now everythings fucked and it’s the first day of school
streetrat1: bullshit
streetrat2: ed, go to class
streetrat1: fuck no it’s a fucking amestrian class. i hate amestris
Aw shoot: Don’t let the government hear that.
streetrat1: i’m going to climb the roof of the bar and shout it at midnight and you can’t do shit to stop me
Aw shoot: Please refer to my username.
streetrat1: i am very sorry miss hawkeye, please forgive me
dear christ: kid, go to class. also, tell all your friends in resembool that you’ll be staying in east for the school year. welcome back to your bar job, you two.
streetrat2: who? winry?
streetrat1: winry goes to our school, we see her almost every day anyway
Aw shoot: Still haven’t managed to make any other friends?
streetrat1: no everyone there sucks and the schools are too smart to even think of having me or al in them. plus the kids are stupid
streetrat2: ed, we’ve talked about the other kids
streetrat2: they may be stupid but just because they’re stupid doesn’t give you the right to be mean to them
streetrat1: if james fucking woodrow can call me two limbs, i can call him dipshit fuckface.
Aw shoot: As long as it’s deserved.
dear christ: point there.
streetrat1: gotta go, second class is a science one
streetrat2: same, what teach?
streetrat1: wolf
streetrat2: front corner seats?
streetrat1: meet you there
Aw shoot: Try to actually pay attention to classes other than those science related, Ed.
streetrat1: yeah but i know those classes. also we already have all our core credits done so even if it’s amestrian 4, i don’t wanna go because i don’t even have to and it’s boring
streetrat2: im going to talk to the counselor to work on getting my schedule changed out of the advanced core classes and into more science ones if you wanna come too. also i see you in the hall :3
streetrat1: yeah i’ll come
dear christ: don’t get expelled on your first day.
streetrat1: yeah we won’t
streetrat2: we won’t!