Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
Notes: I'm hungry. No really, I am. And what's the bet that dinner won't be ready for another two hours? Ah well. I have an assignment due in two days that I completely forgot about, so if I don't post tomorrow that's what I'm working on. I feel so slack. I really don't know how I could forget about something to this point, but then again the last assignment that I forgot for this long I ended up doing better with than all of the others in that subject . . . I think I might work better with pressure, but I'm not willing to purposefully put that to the test. Take my advice and do your work early. That way you can 'relax' until you need to hand it in.
Thirty-five: Communication Established
The swoops and swirls on the front of the envelope repulsed her. She opened the envelope delicately, trying not to handle it too much lest the attitude of the front side rub off onto her somehow.
She unfolded the note uneasily, trying not to shudder when the writing on the inside was just as charmingly formed. She herself couldn't name a reason as to why the writing style seemed so repulsive, instead preferring her own business-like slanted hand for its familiarity.
Dear Sister, the letter began. The moment she was finished, it was properly disposed of in the nearest bin.