A little drabble cooked over a camp I attended. We had our meetings in a room where there was a desk perched over the doorway. It was actually the console for the lights and projector but it did look funny up there.
I also received several other ideas while sitting in that room so I will update as I write them.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Fullmetal Alchemist or any characters associated with it.
I also do not own, though I have visited, the camp that I attended when I got this idea.
Word count: 115
Time: 45 minutes
How am I supposed to work?
by White butterfly
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Roy Mustang looked at the desk.
It was perfectly ordinary, wood with metal trimmings and a leather chair. It was rather military issue in fact.
Roy blinked and looked at the table again. It was still there, looking imposing and staring down at him.
"FullMetal!" Roy called to the pipsqueak who had shown him the reconstructed office.
"What do you want colonel?" Ed popped his head around the office door.
Roy grasped him by the shoulder and hauled him into the room.
"Explain to me Ed," he turned him to the desk, "how I'm supposed to work."
Ed stared up at the desk perched atop the archway, facing into the room.
"Uhh, use a ladder?"