Disclaimer and Notes: Anime 'verse, PG-13. GreedxKimbley. FMA still doesn't belong to me--it's Arakawa Hiromu's. I'm just borrowing it.

Off The Cuff

DarkSlayer84

II: Loyalties

"You miss it, don't you?" Greed wants to laugh. His alchemist is wonderful, uncomplicated and starved and compelling. "The military."

"No." The word is as inconsequential as it is resolute--breathy, but absolutely firm.

"Oh?" Greed slithers lower down and slowly closes his fist. "No what?"

Kimbley exhales, ignores his body and Greed's hand and focuses on the elements around him. His palms tingle against the bar--ethanol, nicotine, saline, traces of nitric and hydrochloric acids.

There aren't enough components. He can't even manage a decent firecracker in this dump.

The homunculus has a hell of a grip.

"No, Sir."

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