Meme Challenge
I suppose I should spread the love although I'm not expecting many to take my up on this. (f-list dreadfully sparse and filled with RL friends who have no idea what anime is...besides what I tell them of course.)
Anyways, as received from calophi:
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word (or phrase), and I will write you one ( Read more... )
Anyways, as received from calophi:
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word (or phrase), and I will write you one ( Read more... )
A distinctly repetitive staccato sound reverberated off the walls as Roy tapped furiously at his desk. There were days when Elric-san was a brat, a useful brat, but a brat none-the-less. Other days, he was a nuisance and a pest. Today, was one such day.
Fist slamming into the desk, he stood up, sending his chair skidding backwards to totter on its back legs before settling to the ground with a thud. He would not demean himself with fighting the Full Metal Alchemist, his subordinate in a mock battle in front of yet more subordinates. It was beneath him, and worst, it would ruin his image. He just knew he’d have to clean up the mess they’d make battling each other. Hot and sweaty did nothing for inspiring confidence and devotion in their soon to be new Fuhrer.
The click of a door opening brought him to attention. Lieutenant Hawk-eye glanced at the colonel before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her. Walking forward to lay a small pile of papers on his desk, she turned around to leave, preferring to leave him to his sulk in privacy.
Half-way back to the door, she stated calmly, “You should calm down Sir. With Al’s stray cat hanging on the line, Ed is going to try his hardest to win the assessment battle tomorrow.”
Roy glared at the lieutenant’s back as she left the room. He was not taking care of a cat. It would take forever to get the cat hair off his uniform! Slamming his fist on the desk again for good measure, he dislodged the pile of papers, sending them skidding to the floor. Peeved, he stalked around the offensive furniture and bent to pick-up the day’s work. Glancing down at the first sheet, his eyes narrowed. It was another petition from one of his underlings asking him to take care of a dog.
‘A dog!’ he thought as he stood swiftly, giddiness sweeping through his body. ‘Yes, dogs and cats can’t get along. He’d rip the thing to shreds!’ As he swept through the office and down the hall, he wondered, ‘Just what kind of dog is he? I hope it’s a big one.’
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