Second Sin of Avarice
This...just wasn't right.
People jumping around the ship, celebrating something called 'Eastur.'
Cute, fluffy things swarming underfoot, and all due to the "captain."
...
What sort of alchemy was this anyway? To Greed's knowledge, alchemy couldn't create actual, living birds and rabbits. Or, at least, not ones that lasted for more than a matter of minutes, and the rabbit in his hand had stayed there, looking fluffy, cuddly, and just plain old cute for quite some time.
Bah.
Idly slipping the rabbit into one of his coat pockets, since Ed would no doubt love the bloody cute thing, Greed started back down the hallway, looking for a place where there were no bloody swarms of rabbits, or birds, so he could think.
People jumping around the ship, celebrating something called 'Eastur.'
Cute, fluffy things swarming underfoot, and all due to the "captain."
...
What sort of alchemy was this anyway? To Greed's knowledge, alchemy couldn't create actual, living birds and rabbits. Or, at least, not ones that lasted for more than a matter of minutes, and the rabbit in his hand had stayed there, looking fluffy, cuddly, and just plain old cute for quite some time.
Bah.
Idly slipping the rabbit into one of his coat pockets, since Ed would no doubt love the bloody cute thing, Greed started back down the hallway, looking for a place where there were no bloody swarms of rabbits, or birds, so he could think.