Some Things Never Change -- FMA ficlet
Yay for my muses returning! However, they have decided to gift me (and the world) with this crack!fic! Sorry folks!
Title: Some Things Never Change
Rating: G
Word Count: 361
Genre: Humour, I guess...and fluff
Characters: Edward & Al
Pairings: None really...but I guess you could say Elricest if you squint really hard.
Spoilers: Not a single one!
Summary: Our favourite State Alchemist has a tendency towards conspiracy theories, as well as frequently forgetting where he last put his pencil.
Warnings/Notes: This is total crap! The plotbunny originally attacked me at work when I was really bored, after I couldn't find my own pen...because I had stuck it in my hair. I do that a lot, as ebonykain, my loverly beta, can attest! Pens, pencils, paintbrushes, they all end up in my hair, be it braid, bun or ponytail; and then I can't find any of them because I forget where I put them. >_>
Al looked up from the discourse he was reading when he heard a strangled gasp behind him and slightly to his left.
“Brother? What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find my pencil. I know I had it when I left to go look for another book, and now I can’t find it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t just put it back in your pocket?” Al asked helpfully, hoping to stave off yet another conspiracy theory laden rant.
“No, it’s not there, I looked Al. Someone must have figured out what we’re looking for. We gotta run; we can’t let anyone find out the truth. What if they take you away?”
By this point, Ed’s voice had dropped down into a stage whisper, his eyes darting back and forth nervously. Al heaved a purely mental sigh, here we go again. Wonder how long it’ll take to calm him down this time. I bet he stuck his pencil in his braid again.
“Brother, did you check your hair? You know how you always stick your pencil in your braid.”
“Al, I am not that absent-minded! I wouldn’t forget putting it in my braid! It’s just a braid, not a pencil holder!” Ed flailed his arms, his voice rising rapidly in agitation. “I just know that someone has figured us out, it’s too late to prevent it, so we have to go now.”
With that, Ed began to rapidly gather up his notes and other odds and ends, only stopping when Al leaned over, his hand reaching for his head.
“Al? What are you waiting for? Now’s not the time or place for this! C’mon we gotta-“
Al pulled the object of his brother’s ranting from out of the braid that had been holding it. Yet again, Ed had proven just how easily distracted he was, as well as his potential as a conspiracy theorist.
“See brother?” he said, brandishing the pencil, “I told you that you’d stuck it in your hair again. When will you learn to look there first?”
“I…you…ARGH!” Ed flailed his arms in his usual manner while Al did his best to stifle his giggles.
Some things never change.
Title: Some Things Never Change
Rating: G
Word Count: 361
Genre: Humour, I guess...and fluff
Characters: Edward & Al
Pairings: None really...but I guess you could say Elricest if you squint really hard.
Spoilers: Not a single one!
Summary: Our favourite State Alchemist has a tendency towards conspiracy theories, as well as frequently forgetting where he last put his pencil.
Warnings/Notes: This is total crap! The plotbunny originally attacked me at work when I was really bored, after I couldn't find my own pen...because I had stuck it in my hair. I do that a lot, as ebonykain, my loverly beta, can attest! Pens, pencils, paintbrushes, they all end up in my hair, be it braid, bun or ponytail; and then I can't find any of them because I forget where I put them. >_>
Al looked up from the discourse he was reading when he heard a strangled gasp behind him and slightly to his left.
“Brother? What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find my pencil. I know I had it when I left to go look for another book, and now I can’t find it.”
“Are you sure you didn’t just put it back in your pocket?” Al asked helpfully, hoping to stave off yet another conspiracy theory laden rant.
“No, it’s not there, I looked Al. Someone must have figured out what we’re looking for. We gotta run; we can’t let anyone find out the truth. What if they take you away?”
By this point, Ed’s voice had dropped down into a stage whisper, his eyes darting back and forth nervously. Al heaved a purely mental sigh, here we go again. Wonder how long it’ll take to calm him down this time. I bet he stuck his pencil in his braid again.
“Brother, did you check your hair? You know how you always stick your pencil in your braid.”
“Al, I am not that absent-minded! I wouldn’t forget putting it in my braid! It’s just a braid, not a pencil holder!” Ed flailed his arms, his voice rising rapidly in agitation. “I just know that someone has figured us out, it’s too late to prevent it, so we have to go now.”
With that, Ed began to rapidly gather up his notes and other odds and ends, only stopping when Al leaned over, his hand reaching for his head.
“Al? What are you waiting for? Now’s not the time or place for this! C’mon we gotta-“
Al pulled the object of his brother’s ranting from out of the braid that had been holding it. Yet again, Ed had proven just how easily distracted he was, as well as his potential as a conspiracy theorist.
“See brother?” he said, brandishing the pencil, “I told you that you’d stuck it in your hair again. When will you learn to look there first?”
“I…you…ARGH!” Ed flailed his arms in his usual manner while Al did his best to stifle his giggles.
Some things never change.