The Calendar
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor ever will, Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters within.
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III: Falman – Part II
It hung on the wall next to the filing cabinet. One day to a page. One number to a sheet.
For the next two days, every time Falman entered the office he would always look at the bookshelf to ensure it was still attached to the wall and then to the calendar.
Falman entered on the third day and found everyone standing around his desk, staring fixedly at it. Automatically his eye went to the bookshelf and then to the calendar.
Yesterday's date was still there.
"Who forgot the calendar this time?" He asked in a crisp voice.
Fuery raised a hand silently without turning around.
"Why?" Falman asked, frowning slightly.
Everyone took a step away from his desk. There, neatly stacked, was a rather large tower of leather bound books and perched atop them was a get well card.
Falman blinked as he took the card. It was from Schieska.
"She delivered it just as I came in," Fuery said in an awed voice. "It's a get well present."
Falman examined the books.
"Military Rules and Regulations: Protocols and Applied Diplomacy." Sixth Edition. Volumes 1 through 17.
He blushed. Such a darling, she always knew exactly what he wanted.
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Author's Note: And still they insist on appearing.
And thanks to hanjuuluver (I've managed to keep this and the last one to 200 words each ...lol... so I'm getting closer) and to indigo's ocean (they could be endless, are you sure you want more?..lol)
silken :)