So yes, I am back on the writing scene as of now. Let's just say I dont own any of the original ideas from which this will spawn from. Good to go? Awesomo. Commence the fun. OC alert.
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What I Go To Work For
Abigail Mustang sat in her small office staring at the nothingness that was her desk. No paperwork, no investigations, no nothing. Not even an email, she never got correspondence. Unless it was from her mother checking in on her. Her office was completely empty, with the exceptions of a few notebooks, newspapers, sudoku puzzles and Betty and Veronica comic books. Of course, in her boredom, she had previously organized them into neat piles.
According to date.
Number of pages.
And how many times she had read over them.
Now why did she even come to work? It wasn't because Roy would give her an earful about responsibilities. No, that wasn't it. She could feel a headache forming in the back of her head. Grabbing the back of her skull, she banged her head on the desk, not realizing that would only make it worse. Slowly, with her hand attached to her head, she lifted her head from her oak desk. When her eyes opened, they adjusted to the sight of Edward sitting on her desk.
He said nothing, but quickly and discreetly embraced her lips in his. He then hopped off of the desk, walked out of her office, made an about-face turn and continued walking down the hall. Abigail realized that her headache was now gone.
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Abigail, is in fact, Roy's little sister. Who works at the Central HQ with the rest of them. She is a state alchemist, or is working towards it. Fun stuff? Want more? :D Thanks for reading!