Don't you just love office supply stores? Doesn't everyone? The clean paper, tidy, unused notebooks...stickers. XD
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"Sir, I'm taking my lunch break now and I'm going to go by the Candy Store. Anything I should pick up for you?"
"Would you pick me up a rubber grip for this pen? My hand is starting to cramp up."
"Sure thing, Boss."
"I need some more post-it notes," Fuery piped up.
"Kittens or dolphins?"
"Dolphins this time," was the grateful reply.
Breda watched Havoc make a circuit around the room, scribbling down a list of items Breda was sure did not reside in the candy shop down and across the street. Instead of asking, which would result in the usual chaos of Fuery trying to explain, but being spoken over by Falman, who would include every last detail that could be considered at all relevant in a monotone voice until Mustang told him it wasn't important anyway, and they had all better get back to work, now, Breda simply followed Jean out of the office and down to the library, which did not contain rubber pen grips, dolphin sticky notes, extra pencil lead, whiteout, or anything else on Jean's list. It did, however, contain a little prodigy alchemist and his brother.
Jean started to smile as he walked toward Ed and Al, and Breda knew something was up. Jean liked Ed, but not enough to grin the way he was just upon seeing the boy.
"Hey, Ed! I'm going to Mitchell's Office Supply. Wanna come?"
Ed's eyebrows shot up, his eyes got very big and round, and his mouth stretched into a big, goofy grin. Even his cheeks seemed to be rosy with glee as he nodded so hard it looked like his neck was going to snap.
'Ha! Like a kid in a candy store. ...Oh.'
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Just a little short one, this time. R&R please!