xD We were talking to Rose about Kimbley. She's OOZING PLOT BUNNIES today.
Pairing: None
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CRIMSON FLAME
Everyone always said... The Flame could kill more than Strong Arm and Crimson combined. Of course, no one had been expecting this to happen.
It'd been during one of their raids. They were wearing the stones, as usual. Crimson had just taken the opportunity to explode quite a few houses, and Strong Arm was all over the survivors. Not, of course, that he wanted to be. The Flame took a chance, hoping that his comrades were a safe distance away. He would pay for their deaths if they weren't.
Snapping his fingers, the rest of the village erupted in flames. Strong Arm was standing beside him, watching soberly. The Flame knew the large man was horrified inside, though. He turned to his companion, looking up at him. "Where's Kimbley?"
Strong Arm's mustache twitched. "I had thought he was at the camp."
Both of them looked at each other for a moment. Then, right out of nowhere, the target of their conversation came stomping up toward them, fuming. "OI! Mustang!" he roared. "What did you do to my hair!"
Despite the carnage around them, Roy Mustang immediately busted up laughing at the man in front of him. He'd told Kimbley to have a shower before Roy started combusting things...
