Crack, sparkly style!
Written in the style passed down the Armstrong family for generations.
Uniforms
by Major Alex Louis Armstrong
"I heard you plan on changing the womens' uniforms a bit, Fuhrer Mustang," I said, flashing the Prestigious Friend a trademark Armstrong smile, complete with Pearly Whites.
My innate, sparking personality must have caught him off guard, because he stepped a few feet back, blatant fear in his eyes. But once he recognized me, I pulled my Gracious Liege close for a hug of bonding. After he had gone limp from the overwhelming sense of Brotherhood, I let him go, watching as he began to gape open mouthed at me. "I heard you plan on changing the womens' uniforms a bit," I repeated, making sure my initial message had gotten across.
"Yes," Our Noble Fuhrer said eventually, giving me a weak grin. "I plan on making them wear miniskirts."
I clasped the Benevolent Man to me in a Fraternal Bond again, but let go before Subtext could go to his head. After all, the Armstrong Family is known for its strength AND beauty. "I am so glad to hear that," I gushed, using the talent of brown-nosing passed down the generations. "My baby sister has been thinking of joining the Services, but just couldn't imagine wearing that ugly uniform!"
I watched our Graced Leader think for a moment, and I couldn't resist a sparkle as he assured me he would alter the uniforms. After a few more moments of impeccable Armstrong Kiss-Ass, mainly speaking of the Beauty of my sister's... Soul, I got to the point.
"I was wondering if you could alter the mens' uniforms a bit as well," I suggested innocently, knowing I, like every Armstrong, had the ability to force people into agreeing with me before they knew the subject.
"How so?" Our Illustrious Savior asked, just as I had expected.
"Just make a few things optional?" I asked lightly, smiling at him, sparkling generously.
By the next morning I had, like a True Armstrong, gotten the womens' skirts regulation at four centimeters above the knee and the mens' shirts and jackets optional.
It would be a Sin not to use the Talents passed down by the Armstrong Generations.
Uniforms
by Major Alex Louis Armstrong
"I heard you plan on changing the womens' uniforms a bit, Fuhrer Mustang," I said, flashing the Prestigious Friend a trademark Armstrong smile, complete with Pearly Whites.
My innate, sparking personality must have caught him off guard, because he stepped a few feet back, blatant fear in his eyes. But once he recognized me, I pulled my Gracious Liege close for a hug of bonding. After he had gone limp from the overwhelming sense of Brotherhood, I let him go, watching as he began to gape open mouthed at me. "I heard you plan on changing the womens' uniforms a bit," I repeated, making sure my initial message had gotten across.
"Yes," Our Noble Fuhrer said eventually, giving me a weak grin. "I plan on making them wear miniskirts."
I clasped the Benevolent Man to me in a Fraternal Bond again, but let go before Subtext could go to his head. After all, the Armstrong Family is known for its strength AND beauty. "I am so glad to hear that," I gushed, using the talent of brown-nosing passed down the generations. "My baby sister has been thinking of joining the Services, but just couldn't imagine wearing that ugly uniform!"
I watched our Graced Leader think for a moment, and I couldn't resist a sparkle as he assured me he would alter the uniforms. After a few more moments of impeccable Armstrong Kiss-Ass, mainly speaking of the Beauty of my sister's... Soul, I got to the point.
"I was wondering if you could alter the mens' uniforms a bit as well," I suggested innocently, knowing I, like every Armstrong, had the ability to force people into agreeing with me before they knew the subject.
"How so?" Our Illustrious Savior asked, just as I had expected.
"Just make a few things optional?" I asked lightly, smiling at him, sparkling generously.
By the next morning I had, like a True Armstrong, gotten the womens' skirts regulation at four centimeters above the knee and the mens' shirts and jackets optional.
It would be a Sin not to use the Talents passed down by the Armstrong Generations.