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[Tobias has been feeling a little creative lately. How? Well... he filled his side of his dorm with pictures of his family -- Grell, Espio, Marco, and even some of Whitebeard, after getting the description from Marco again -- and now he's working on the people around Garden.

If you walk through the Quad, you might feel the teen's eyes on you as you walk past. Anyone who comes into view is being drawn in the sketchbook he has, a quick little pencil drawing that none the less is enough for him to remember them by. Of course, he only knows a few people around here, so most of the drawings go unlabeled.

He's immensely absorbed in this, paying attention to little else but the paper and his current subject.]

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[He's not disappointed. Tobias' eyes widen and his jaw drops when it changes, looking to Ed in utter awe.]

That was amazing! How'd you do that?

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[Ed's grin widens. Finally, a correct answer!]

I said I could go one better than telling you I'm the best damn alchemist you're ever going to meet, didn't I?

[He puffs himself up into a dramatic (and self-satisfied) pose, pointing a thumb towards himself.]

The name's Edward Elric. Now you'll remember it.

[corruptedsouls]

Edward... Yeah! I'll remember!

[He's looking at the page in amazement, poking the drawing a bit.]

Can you show me how to do that?

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[The question jolts Ed out of his basking. He tries not to show it, though - his grin doesn't falter for more than a split second, and comes back almost in full force.] Why? You interested? 'Cause I'm telling you, it's not easy.

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I am, and that's okay. [Really, he's not used to having... anything be easy.] I want to learn how to do it.

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[Well, damn. He'd like the chance to show off and maybe scrape back a little respect around here, of course he would, but... there's the small matter of how it wouldn't actually work. And then, eventually, he'd have to explain why...]

Actually, no, forget it. You don't look like the type.

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What do you mean?

[rewritethis]

You wouldn't get it.

[And he walks away, trying not to look like he's in a hurry.]

[corruptedsouls]

...Maybe I would. I know a lot of things people don't think I do...