So Al pulled me aside. He wanted to speak to me privately and I tensed up, thinking it was gonna be over this journal. It was, kind of, but he surprised me.
"Brother it's ok if you've got a safe place to let go. Just know I'll always be here. You can come to me anytime."
Well gee. THAT'S a relief I guess. I don't have to freak out anymore. At least, not from him. I guess small miracles do exist in this world.
Not like I'd ever say that to his face, mind you.
At least he isn't giving me any more crap about these being 'love' letters to Winry. Gimme a break. Seriously?! What does he know what that feels like anyway?
But I've noticed he's got a thing for that micro brat May Chang. Sorry. According to what those stupid mushy books say, he 'carries a torch' for her or summat like that.
What-the-hell-ever.
Believe me when I tell you, she's the size of an ANT next to guys like Scar and Mustang but holy hell, her kicks hold the power of a grown-ass man. Not joking. She rearranged my face with both feet and knocked Al off his.
I STILL owe her one. She blindsided us so it doesn't really count. But her alkhestry is something to see. I kinda wish we had the time to learn. Oh well.
Didn't think I'd meet another person who was SHORTER than me around my age. Other than Granny Pinako there's not a lot of opportunities to rub height in someone else's face.
Oi mini hag. Ya hear that? I FINALLY met a dust mote so tiny the sun wouldn't catch it.
Too bad I don't have a camera on me or I'd pull a Hughes. Pictures DO speak a thousand words after all.
So beat THAT.
