Drabble Post - Mistaken
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Drabble: In the meantime, yes, I'm still writing FMA drabbles. Here's the next installment of the "Ground Rules" series. This probably takes place a day or so after Mustang's little announcement.
Mistaken
It began as an ordinary morning for Master Sergeant Fuery. Which ended when he rounded the corner and found a giant suit of armor and a small boy standing by the main entrance to Eastern Headquarters. The boy had a piece of paper against the armor’s back, furiously scribbling something.
Curious, Fuery approached the pair.
"Hello," he greeted the child in a friendly tone.
The boy spared him a glance. "Hey."
Silence.
"So, does one of your parents work here?"
"No." The boy glared at him. "I work here."
"Oh." Fuery re-thought. "Selling papers?"
"Selling—! NO." The boy stopped writing and dug in his pocket to produce a silver watch, which he shoved up at Fuery. "I’m a State Alchemist."
Fuery’s jaw dropped. "Really? At your age… That’s amazing!" he beamed. "You must be a genius!"
There were few ways to soothe Edward Elric once you had pushed his berserk button. But, the fastest was to appeal to his ego. And, sure enough, the furious snarl was morphing into a proud smirk.
"Yep!" he crowed, puffing out his chest.
"Wow!" Fuery continued. "You’re even younger than the boy the Colonel mentioned! A State Alchemist at only eight years old…"
Notes: Poor Fuery. And, he was doing so good too. And, yes, this does call for a second short from Al's POV since he's being ignored here. But, I've decided that most of these shorts call for a corresponding short with Al's POV. Also, I might change the title to "Misunderstanding" or some such. I'm debating.
Random Quote of the Day: "The butcher says hello!"
Drabble: In the meantime, yes, I'm still writing FMA drabbles. Here's the next installment of the "Ground Rules" series. This probably takes place a day or so after Mustang's little announcement.
Mistaken
It began as an ordinary morning for Master Sergeant Fuery. Which ended when he rounded the corner and found a giant suit of armor and a small boy standing by the main entrance to Eastern Headquarters. The boy had a piece of paper against the armor’s back, furiously scribbling something.
Curious, Fuery approached the pair.
"Hello," he greeted the child in a friendly tone.
The boy spared him a glance. "Hey."
Silence.
"So, does one of your parents work here?"
"No." The boy glared at him. "I work here."
"Oh." Fuery re-thought. "Selling papers?"
"Selling—! NO." The boy stopped writing and dug in his pocket to produce a silver watch, which he shoved up at Fuery. "I’m a State Alchemist."
Fuery’s jaw dropped. "Really? At your age… That’s amazing!" he beamed. "You must be a genius!"
There were few ways to soothe Edward Elric once you had pushed his berserk button. But, the fastest was to appeal to his ego. And, sure enough, the furious snarl was morphing into a proud smirk.
"Yep!" he crowed, puffing out his chest.
"Wow!" Fuery continued. "You’re even younger than the boy the Colonel mentioned! A State Alchemist at only eight years old…"
Notes: Poor Fuery. And, he was doing so good too. And, yes, this does call for a second short from Al's POV since he's being ignored here. But, I've decided that most of these shorts call for a corresponding short with Al's POV. Also, I might change the title to "Misunderstanding" or some such. I'm debating.
Random Quote of the Day: "The butcher says hello!"
