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Large, powdery snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky and tumbled to the ground, blanketing it with a soft, white layer. Edward Elric trudged through the snow that was actually a lot deeper then it sounded. He pulled his red coat tighter around himself with his left hand, his right still gripping the report that he was bringing to Colonel Mustang. A low growl escaped his mouth. He wasn't remotely looking forward to bringing in this report. As soon as I hand the paper to that jerk, he's gonna gripe about what it says, how it's written, and how terrible the spelling is. He gulped. It's really not my fault that it's written poorly, at least not this time.. I just... He ran his fingers through his hair. I just can't focus... Al was still in Resembool, for some reason, and when Edward got back 'home' after turning in his report, he was going to try to read, and if he couldn't focus well enough on the book, he was going to sleep. He gulped nervously again, and kept walking.
Roy Mustang sat back down at his desk, and started to sort through his files. He was a little behind schedule and was kind of cranky about it. He glanced up at the clock, and sighed. 11:00. He wasn't going to be leaving there any time soon. Speaking of which, wasn't he supposed to be expecting Fullmetal half-an-hour ago? "Riza?" he called. " Yes? " she said walking into the room. "Make it quick so you can get your work done," she added. " Has Fullmetal come in here yet today? " he asked. Her brows furrowed. "No, I don't think he has," she said. At that moment, loud footsteps echoed through the hallway. "There he is," she sighed.
A strangely tired looking Fullmetal with snow in his hair stumbled into the room. "Here's your report, jerk," he muttered, slamming it on the desk. He turned to walk out, and made his way down the hallway. He was too tired to deal with more complaints from Roy, and wasn't sticking around for it. "Fullmetal!" he heard. Dang it. . He cursed in his head, and started to jog towards the stairs. He took them 2 at a time, trying to leave as soon as possible, though with his height, it may have been slowing him down.
Roy picked up the report an started to glance over it. The handwriting was bad, as was normal, though it may've had something to do with the fact that Edward seemed inherently tired. He didn't look in top shape, and he was going to drive him home so he didn't get any worse, if there was anything wrong. Edward, though, had left ASAP, and he wanted to catch him before he left to give him a lift. Besides, he would be getting a break from work. "Fullmetal!" he called, but Ed's footsteps only got quicker. He sighed. "Hey, Riza, will you let me know if you see him out the window?" " Will do, sir. "
Edward jogged down the stairs that led outside of the building. He hadn't even been running and was already exhausted. He felt a little bad about doing that, but he couldn't stand another lecture, and wasn't sticking around for one. He paused a moment to breathe. "Fullmetal!" he heard from an upstairs window. He turned abruptly to see Roy leaning out of the window and calling for him. He's really gonna chase me down just to complain at me? ! Edward turned and ran as hard as he could, not stopping to look back.
"Dang it! What's wrong with that kid?" He thumped his fist against the window sill before slamming it shut. He sighed. "I guess I'll just give him a call when he gets home and make sure that everythings okay.."
Edward ran. Ugh.. Why would he nag me like that?! I wasn't even in his building anymore. Fwoomp! He slipped on ice and fell face-first into the snow. He groaned and stayed there a minute, to tired to move, before sluggishly getting back to his feet. He brushed the snow off and stood there a moment, regaining his balance, before he trudged on. Ugh... Stupid Colonel... The icy air burned his lungs as he tried desperately to breathe while running , and he huffed noisily in the cold.
The reason why Al is in Resembool in almost everything I write is because my brother and I are always called Edward and Alphonse because we are (supposedly) just like them, and my brother (who is the one called Al) is gone so much that I rarely see him anymore. Also, every story is based at least partially on something that happened with me, hence sometimes OOCness.
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