Whether it be the whirring sounds of the saw as it sliced through clean sheets of metal, or the soft honey glazing off her spoon and plopping into her mug of tea, the sounds that met her ears wouldn't compare to the sound of his laughter those months ago, as they stood in the train station, finally admitting their true feelings for one another.

"Winry if you won't marry Al, marry me!" the 5-year old boy snapped, his arms folded into each other, and his eyebrows bent in a frown. She balled her fists, and placed each one on her hips, the quick thought of herself being far too mature and lady like zipping through her.

"You're too short!"

Her best friend was taken aback by her commentary, his bottom lip trembling. She began feeling guilty, but the thought was soon wiped away by the little boy's growl. Marching up to her, their foreheads inches away from each other, he rose up on his tip-toes, his head rising above hers by a centimetre. He would lose his balance, but spring right back up.

"Here! I'll stay on my tip-toes for the rest of my life! Just marry me already!"

The little girl's oceanic eyes widened, baffled and somewhat flattered. Her pride overtaking her, she turned her back to her friend.

"Ask me again once you don't have to do that anymore!" she called as she marched away.

The mechanic's trusty wrench settled in its toolbox once again, as she stood up and stretched her body out. Den trotted into the small workshop, sniffing about, and finally rubbing his cheeks against her shins. For a moment, her heart released small butterflies, although she was unsure why. It was as if today was special. Something wonderful standing in destiny's peak. It was that moment when Den began to bark, dashing outside. The music of laughter rang from behind the door. Laughter that the young girl recognized all too well. Sunlight fell upon her face, and her eyes, their aquatic hue melted into gold. A second was refrained from passing, and her legs moved on their own, her arms wrapping around his neck, and her lips... They gentled tucked and interlaced with his. They stood silent for a few moments, tangled in each other. The young boy pulled away and raised his hand. He then measured his height to hers, his palm floating above her head, gesturing the fact that he was, indeed, much taller than her. The palm lowered upon her head, gently patting it as he stifled quiet chuckles.

"Just marry me already."

"As long as I don't have to stay on my tip-toes."

Hii!

Yeah, so basically, I got bored and decided to write a quick short story of some sort. Decided to post it up, just cause.

Have a great day :3