VII: Save a Monster
"Hey Kimbley. I'll get you medical help if you don't kill me." Roy said unsympathetically. Two yellow eyes looked at him coldly, but the chimera nodded.
"Fine Mustang. Help me and I won't kill you until I'm better."
Roy nodded that would give him several days at least, if not a few weeks. Depending on his long it took the wolf to heal.
"Good. Until then you'll also be staying with me. For your own safety." A split second decision that Roy was most likely going to regret in the near future.
"Fine Mustang, I'll be your loyal little lap dog for now." He growled through gritted teeth. "Just get this damned bullet out of me!"
"Now Kimbley, you will behave and not blow anything up, correct?" Roy asked as they arrived at his mansion, one of the many perks from being Fuhrer. Zolf's shoulder was freshly bandaged but he still couldn't use his arm completely, it hurt every time him moved it.
"How am I supposed to blow anything up with this wound, Mustang? But I'll be a good puppy." Zolf snarled sarcastically.
"Kimbley, I mean it. On screw up and you're in front of a firing squad."
"I know Mustang. As I said, I'll be a good little lap dog."
"Good boy." Roy said with a smirk as he stroked one of Kimbley's ears experimentally.
The chimera purred and seemed to melt at the touch. Well, this was new.
