Chapter 16: Lost. Found. Dead.
Comments: Apparently 'animal cruelty' is more taboo than suicide. Who would've thunk it? I guess that's life for you.
Mood Song: Rain. Sun. Gone. by Mudvayne
Disclaimer: If I owned this…there would be no such thing as crack pairing between the Flame and FullMetal. It would be canon.
Hangovers are the devil. The absolute devil.
I can feel the dull pounding in my temples even before I open my eyes. And the hard floor that felt so good against my back the night before.
Yea, not so much anymore.
Tanner approaches me and begins to lap at my face with his long, sloppy tongue. I emit a guttural groan and roll over on my stomach, my nose pressed squarely against the rug.
Aspirin.
It's the only thought that crosses my mind and I realize, with another defeated groan, that there isn't any left after I…
The clock on the wall ticks loudly. In a slow, infuriating kind of way. The radio, that I hadn't bothered to turn off, is playing; the symphony light and chipper than what I usually listen to.
These sounds grate on my ears, pushing past into my brain and remain there, pulsing behind my eyes.
I'm going to be late for work. But, then again, I don't really think my head could take Hawkeye's commanding tone and her faithful M1911 .45 Caliber.
I think I'm just going to lie here till someone starts to wonder where the Colonel is and decides to come check on me.
Which could be days from now.
Cause who, honestly, cares about Roy Mustang?
Mask of Mirage