Chapter thirteen: On the train home
Coniniaue chose to sit in a seat across the aisle from Edward and Alphonse. The past incident was really weird… Anyway, she had her legs curled beneath her, and she was reading off a piece of paper. Edward, feeling back for earlier, stood up and sat down next to her. "Whatcha reading?" He asked.
"Nothing."
"Coniniaue, if it has words on a page, it can't be nothing."
"Alright. I'm reading over your stats. You got a page with all my stats, right? Well, I got a page with all of yours."
Edward peeked over her shoulder. "Mustang had better written nice things about me…"
His eyes scanned down the columns until they stopped on:
Height: Short.
"GAH! When we get back to central…" Edward growled. Coniniaue just laughed and shook her head. "Ed, calm down. He did recognize your skills as a alchemist and your love for your brother, so relax."
"…He called me short…"
"Ed? You ARE short."
"DON'T CALL ME AN ULTRA SUPER SHORT KID! OR A SMALL GRAIN OF RICE THAT DOESN'T EVEN SHOW UP IN YOUR EYES! OR AN ULTRA HYPER MIDGET! OR MINIATURE SIZED! OR A SHORTY WHO'S SO SMALL HE'S BARELY VISABLE AND HARD TO TARGET! OR A SHORTY WHO NEEDS TO BE LOOKED AT THROUGH A MAGNIFYING GLASS TO ACTUALLY BE SEEN! OR A BEAN! OR A SUPER MIDGET THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO STEP ON HIM! OR A TINY BUG THAT ESCAPES THE WRATH OF YOUR SHOE BECAUSE HE'S SO SMALL THAT HE FITS IN THE GROOVES AND CAN'T GET SQUASHED! OH YES, I'M SO SMALL I CAN'T BE SEEN AMONGST THE GRAINS OF SAND, AS ALWAYS!"
"Hey, hey, I didn't say all that… And you forgot pipsqueak."
"DON'T CALL ME PIPSQUEAK! OR SHORTY! OR SHRIMP! OR LITTLE!"
(Again, a funny chapter for the readers. Short ((Haha)) and enjoyable. Source to find all of these silly little 'short' nicknames: worry, the next chapter will have some fighting, I promise XD)