Drabble Post - Interruption
Aug. 26th, 2009 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kristenskAnother FMA drabble to follow "Ground Rules". This one was sparked somewhere between a review left by Rocky Oberlin and another of Sage's mad comments. (She's encouraging all of these drabbles, just so you know.) Title now changed from "Exhibition" to "Interruption".
Interruption
The scream sent everyone in the office to their feet. Havoc was up and in a ready stance immediately. Breda was not far behind, ears tracking the sound and eyes quickly assessing the room. Falman stood more slowly, uncertain. Fuery jerked to his feet in a snarl of wires from the radio he was dismembering. Already on her feet, Hawkeye’s gun was drawn in one fluid motion. And, with only the slightest of movements, the Colonel slid his right hand into a single, white glove.
Tense, the assembled soldiers waited for some further sound to gauge the situation.
On cue, another shriek ripped through the building, this one including words.
“I DON'T WANT TO TOUCH YOUR MUSCLES!”
A second voice, less hysterical and more booming, followed.
“COME NOW, DON'T BE SHY! ARE THESE GRACEFUL MUSCLES OF MINE NOT A WORK OF ART?”
For several minutes, the office was silent as everyone stared blankly in the direction of the voices. Then, Havoc grinned and shook his head. Breda started to snicker. Falman frowned. Fuery warily settled back into his chair. Hawkeye sighed and holstered her gun. And, Colonel Mustang smiled before stating the obvious.
“It seems Fullmetal has met Major Armstrong.”
Interruption
The scream sent everyone in the office to their feet. Havoc was up and in a ready stance immediately. Breda was not far behind, ears tracking the sound and eyes quickly assessing the room. Falman stood more slowly, uncertain. Fuery jerked to his feet in a snarl of wires from the radio he was dismembering. Already on her feet, Hawkeye’s gun was drawn in one fluid motion. And, with only the slightest of movements, the Colonel slid his right hand into a single, white glove.
Tense, the assembled soldiers waited for some further sound to gauge the situation.
On cue, another shriek ripped through the building, this one including words.
“I DON'T WANT TO TOUCH YOUR MUSCLES!”
A second voice, less hysterical and more booming, followed.
“COME NOW, DON'T BE SHY! ARE THESE GRACEFUL MUSCLES OF MINE NOT A WORK OF ART?”
For several minutes, the office was silent as everyone stared blankly in the direction of the voices. Then, Havoc grinned and shook his head. Breda started to snicker. Falman frowned. Fuery warily settled back into his chair. Hawkeye sighed and holstered her gun. And, Colonel Mustang smiled before stating the obvious.
“It seems Fullmetal has met Major Armstrong.”
