Hello, first allow me to apologize for the non-existent update last Friday. I went out of town Saturday and so I spent my time after school on Friday packing. Anyway, without further ado, here's Drabble 7!

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Drabble #7 The Gray Glove

"Master." There was a pause and then- "master."

Allen started tapping his knee.

Tap, tap, tap. "Master."

Tap, tap, tap, tap. "Mast-."

Cross glared at him before shifting slightly, "what do ya want, damn brat of mine?"

"Why are you sowing?" Allen asked staring at the gray lump that was stretched out on Cross's knees.

Cross grunted, "you'll understand soon enough so shut it."

"But it doesn't look right." Allen stated remanding oblivious to his master annoyance.

"And I said shut it." The red haired man repeated aggravated. Allen closed his mouth with a click.

For what felt like hours later to Allen but was actually minutes, Cross stood up from the wooden chair and strolled up to Allen.

"Let me see your arm." The ghost frowned but still raised his arm to show it to him.

"It'll be a bit large but he'll grow into it." His master muttered.

"Um, Master?" Allen said hesitantly, looking up at him through his white fringe.

The older man grunted, "What?"

"…nothing." Other than the fact that ghost couldn't 'grow into it' as Cross had worded it.

"Then don't say anything." The man sighed, he was in a bad mood because of all the sowing. Stupid apprentice of his, always making him do extra.

Cross went back to the chair and started sowing once again.

Click, clack…

"Brat! Come here!" Cross yelled at Allen who was staring at the window with a nostalgic expression. The boy acknowledged his request by floating over to him but his expression did not change.

"You know, Mana sowed a lot, he sowed me this red mitten that I wore all the time. It kept me warm during the cold winters." Allen reminisced.

"Yeah, yeah." Cross said harshly but his eyes had softened at the mention of Allen's foster father. He made a gesture and Allen handed him his arm once more.

Cross took the gray glove he had just created and slipped it on the ghost's arm.

"What? It doesn't go through me!" Allen gasped, surprised.

Cross smirked, "I am a necromancer, idiot apprentice. With this you'll be able to touch things but only the hand that is wearing the glove."

"How did you do it?"

"I enchanted the cloth while making it. Make sure to take good care of this master piece. I'm not always going to be around to make you another one."

Allen smiled at him, "I will!"

Then he rushed off, he wasn't going to miss his chance to taste food once more. But before he reached the door to leave he paused and whispered, "thank you, master. To be able to touch things once more… It means a lot."

So I know it's pretty short, the next one should be slightly longer, hopefully anyways :)

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