The Drabble Diaries

by Tomoyo-chan284

For those moments when an idea pops in your headand you just have to write it down. Multiple drabbles written a day at a time, each one separate from the rest. Contains various series, themes, characters, and storylines. Rating increased due to violence and other mature themes.

19. Pink Sparkles of Doom

The Drabble Diaries

by Tomoyo-chan

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

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Pink Sparkles of Doom - June 29, 2012

At first he though he was hallucinating. But no there really were pink sparkles. Pink sparkles of Doom.

Not that Armstrong was liable to hurt him. He was nearly as large and far more invulnerable than the man with his armor body. But there was just something in his aura, his personality which set off danger sensors in everyone in a hundred meter radius. The pink sparkles were an early warning system for the next horrendous over the top thing Armstrong would do - usually accompanied with the loss of his shirt. Man loved to lose his shirt. Despite this thoughts to the contrary, not everyone loved his muscles.

Al found himself running theories through his head. Perhaps it was light reflecting off his eyes, or a small alchemic reaction. But no, he didn't see any circles. Unless it was just circulated energy sparkling, like static electricity. Did Armstrong have the necessary knowledge, or was it an unconscious gesture? His musings were interrupted when Armstrong's attention was turned to him.

"Alphonse. And how have you been? Growing up strong, yes?" A great hand slapped the back of his armor.

"S-sure thing, Major." If he could have forced a smile he would have. The sooner they got through the pleasantries, the sooner he could get away and hopefully avoid the sparkles. He never wanted to see pink sparkles again in his life.