Disclaimer - FMA still remains out of my personal ownership.
Drabble the Sixth! so bittersweet there are emo songs about it.
Colonel Roy Mustang was carrying an oversized stuffed teddy.
It looked ridiculous, Roy's pale face peering between the ears of the toy, his expression as solemn as if he were on the parade ground. He shifted his burden awkwardly so as to peer at his watch, then grimaced and picked up the pace.
Colonel Roy Mustang was carrying a stuffed teddy through Central in the wee hours just before dawn. He came to a halt outside of a plain house, knocked quietly, and was let in by a smiling woman. Roy strolled through the familiar house, finally stopping to slip into a room where a child slept.
As the sun rose he whispered "Happy birthday, Elysia." Settling the teddy in all of its mammoth glory beside her bed he let himself out, a crooked, almost sad smile on his face.