Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Spoilers for Roy's family. If you're perceptive.
Forty-one: Coat
The mess had been disastrous. Who would have known the sort of trouble a four-year-old could make with pencils? The girls, thinking only to occupy him while they went and played in the backyard without him, had each donated one pencil to his amusement before leaving him alone in the house.
When Chris Mustang walked through the hallway, she had stopped, stared at all the Xingian symbols, and considered the options. Her call for the children had brought three startled girls inside, and, almost a minute later, an unabashed Roy. She stopped berating the girls and looked at him. "I don't want you drawing on the walls," she said simply. "You can help in either washing it off or putting a new coat of paint over it – your choice."
One of the girls protested – "Why didn't he get a lecture?"
The frown reappeared on the elder Mustang's face. "Because I haven't had to tell him the same thing before. You three are helping, too."