Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Fullmetal Alchemist' nor am I profiting from it.
Pairing(s): gen.
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 100.
Pinako hoists herself into her rocking chair and chews on her pipes stem. Her smock smells like automail, oil, and smoke. Her smell is familiar and almost as comforting as the little pieces he still has of his mother.
"Edward was boisterous and curious," she murmurs. "I saw that same curiosity in you, Alphonse but it came with gentleness."
A bird hops back and forth on their perch and peers at him curiously, and he cannot help but wonder: would they come down here was he normal?
"I'd like to hear that bird story again please."
"You were turning two…"