This story was the original reason that I got a FFN account. And then I forgot about it. Oops.
Anyway, this is a short one-shot of what Kimblee was doing in between chapters 79 and 90. Didn't anyone else wonder why he was gone for so long?
This was written for, and so is of course dedicated to Inundation.
White Shows All the Dirt
Kimblee hummed happily to himself. He was back on Scar's trail for the time being, but he wasn't thinking too much about that. He was still thinking about the avalanche. He had spent the last few weeks thinking about it, and it put him in quite a good mood. The avalanche was quite unexpected, but really quite lovely. To have that much snow all rushing down the hill, burying the few Drachmans who might've been clinging to life. It was rather marvelous. He really thought so. It was just such a pleasure to dwell on those beautiful scenes in life, the great accomplishments. It made him feel like he was back in Ishbal.
He strolled down the street, still humming. It was pretty early in the morning. A couple stores were open, but not many people were around. The Briggs army was probably already headed south for joint training, anyway. Most of the soldiers still up this far north wouldn't be trying to kill him, and if they were, he would be able to tell.
For right now though, he didn't really need to be concerned about that. He walked into a dry-cleaners. A middle aged woman was ironing a shirt just behind the small counter in the cramped little store, and there was a little sign listing prices.
"Hello, there miss," he greeted her cheerfully. "Could I get this coat cleaned, by any chance?"
"Sure, sure, leave it on the counter, sir." She was as tiny as her shop. She glanced at it as he laid it carefully on the counter. "What happened to it?!" she practically shouted, snatching the coat up to look at the shoulder. "This shoulder is all splattered with blood!"
"Nothing at all, young miss," he said, still quite cheerful, sliding about ten times as much money across the table as he owed her. "When will you be done with it?"
The little lady paused, but then took the money. "Come back in three hours, then."
Now whistling, Kimblee walked out of the store. It was pretty cold without a coat, but he really did want it cleaned. There wasn't quite as much fun in blowing stuff up if you couldn't do it in style.
…
But it was still cold.
He turned down a side street to go get a coffee.
