My first drabble! So I will begin a story of drabbles to follow this one. I guess... What a crummy authors note...
Disclaimer: Can I just have Ed? And maybe Roy? I could keep 'em in my closet and no one would know. Please? translation- me not own. Himuru Arakawa does own.
Rating: eh...
Tired
Brother seems so tired latley. I have a feeling that he's only putting up with all of this because he wants to get me back to my original body. He even puts up with Taisa Mustang, no matter how much he says he hates him.
He says he isn't tired, but I can tell he is. Honestly, the way he just says something like that, you'd think that I was a tomato soup can instead of his younger brother. I don't see how he couldn't be tired, he hardly ever sleeps.
I really worry about him. But whenever I try to say something, he just smiles and goes "Yeah, I'm not tired! You're seeing things, Al." or "Tired! What's that? I'm not stopping 'till I've got a good lead." Like I couldn't tell he was almost falling asleep where he sat.
It's not like I can really remember what it feels like. Being tired I mean. I wish I could, though. That and hunger, thirst, warmth... I don't need to sleep. I would give all of my enery to Ed though. If I could.