Room 229, Wed Eveningish
Edward is sitting in front of his closet door, making a structure out of his alchemy books. It was probably supposed to be a pyramid, once. His original intention was to clean up his closet a bit and maybe find some of the library books that were long overdue that Mustang kept bothering him about. Really, was it such a big deal that "Early Theorums on Morphology" was eighteen months overdue?
It was a testament to the amount of books he had crammed in his closet that the structure was now taller than he was. Not that it really took THAT many, anyway...
Bored? Edward? Never.
It was a testament to the amount of books he had crammed in his closet that the structure was now taller than he was. Not that it really took THAT many, anyway...
Bored? Edward? Never.