prompt 251, fishing, The Family Business
Title - The Family Business
Author-- cornerofmadness
series - manga
Disclaimer - Arakawa owns them, not I
Rating - teen
Characters/Pairing - Chris Mustang
Word Count -- 250
Warning - none
Summary - Chris doesn't want him to follow in her footsteps
Author’s Note - Happy Holidays everyone.
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Chris felt a little guilty teaching her nephew some of the tricks of the trade. He should learn to do more than fishing for information. It wasn't a bad career, more dangerous that it seemed, trading in secrets. She was excellent at it, and Chris had no doubt Roy would be just as good. Her nephew was wicked smart, and a natural flirt.
Taking a drag on her cigarette, she watched the teen come into her club, snow dotting his thick hair, mussed professionally. He spent more time in the mirror than she did. On his arm was the daughter of a Creatan diplomat. Roy took her jacket, shaking the snow from it before handing it and his to the coat check girl.
Martha, one of the new cigar girls, went over to him with her carrying case, but Roy waved her on. Chris had never wanted him to pick up her filthy habit, and he cured himself of the desire at age seven, sneaking one of hers. He puked for an hour, and avoided them ever since.
Roy would get her all the information he needed from the naïve young girl. He didn't particularly like doing it. He had other plans. He was going to be an alchemist. Chris meant to find him one of the best, to apprentice him as he wanted. After all, what was all her talent for, if she couldn't help her the young man who would be the only son she would ever have?
Author-- cornerofmadness
series - manga
Disclaimer - Arakawa owns them, not I
Rating - teen
Characters/Pairing - Chris Mustang
Word Count -- 250
Warning - none
Summary - Chris doesn't want him to follow in her footsteps
Author’s Note - Happy Holidays everyone.
XXX
Chris felt a little guilty teaching her nephew some of the tricks of the trade. He should learn to do more than fishing for information. It wasn't a bad career, more dangerous that it seemed, trading in secrets. She was excellent at it, and Chris had no doubt Roy would be just as good. Her nephew was wicked smart, and a natural flirt.
Taking a drag on her cigarette, she watched the teen come into her club, snow dotting his thick hair, mussed professionally. He spent more time in the mirror than she did. On his arm was the daughter of a Creatan diplomat. Roy took her jacket, shaking the snow from it before handing it and his to the coat check girl.
Martha, one of the new cigar girls, went over to him with her carrying case, but Roy waved her on. Chris had never wanted him to pick up her filthy habit, and he cured himself of the desire at age seven, sneaking one of hers. He puked for an hour, and avoided them ever since.
Roy would get her all the information he needed from the naïve young girl. He didn't particularly like doing it. He had other plans. He was going to be an alchemist. Chris meant to find him one of the best, to apprentice him as he wanted. After all, what was all her talent for, if she couldn't help her the young man who would be the only son she would ever have?