prompt 155, grope, Disapproval
Title -- Disapproval
Author-- cornerofmadness
series -- manga/Brotherhood
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns them, I’m just playing
Rating -- PG-13
Characters/Pairing -- Roy Mustang, Chris Mustang, Grumman
Timeline/Spoilers -- mostly set when Roy is seven
Word Count -- 246
Warning -- none
Summary -- Roy doesn’t approve.
Author’s Note -- The word count murdered me on this. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
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Roy knew he shouldn’t be here, but one of Von Hohenheim’s books said an alchemist learned the most by observing the world around him. So far no one had noticed him sitting behind a plant in the corner, watching his aunt and her girls work, but too many men were there, putting their hands on his sisters.
He squirmed, his knees getting tired of being cramped, then he saw his aunt. She was so pretty in purple. A man in military blues with a silly brown mustache talked to her. While they talked, the man reached down, grabbing a handful of Aunt Chris’s butt.
“Don’t you touch my aunt!” Roy cried, indignantly. Nearly knocking the plant over in his haste to get to his feet, he stomped over, oblivious to the fact all conversation had stopped.
“Roy!”
“That isn’t nice what you did!” Roy shoved the bemused man and his aunt grabbed him.
“Sorry, Colonel Grumman. My nephew is supposed to be upstairs asleep.” Chris swatted Roy’s butt. “You, young man, are in trouble.”
“But he touched your butt!” the seven year old protested, falling silent at her look.
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Roy trailed after Grumman on the firing range, listening to this week’s report. Grumman paused to pat Catalina on the ass and she squawked. “One of these days, you’re going to get shot doing that,” Roy said, walking on.
Grumman snorted. “You couldn’t tell me not to do it years ago. You still can’t, my boy.”
Author-- cornerofmadness
series -- manga/Brotherhood
Disclaimer -- Arakawa owns them, I’m just playing
Rating -- PG-13
Characters/Pairing -- Roy Mustang, Chris Mustang, Grumman
Timeline/Spoilers -- mostly set when Roy is seven
Word Count -- 246
Warning -- none
Summary -- Roy doesn’t approve.
Author’s Note -- The word count murdered me on this. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
XXX
Roy knew he shouldn’t be here, but one of Von Hohenheim’s books said an alchemist learned the most by observing the world around him. So far no one had noticed him sitting behind a plant in the corner, watching his aunt and her girls work, but too many men were there, putting their hands on his sisters.
He squirmed, his knees getting tired of being cramped, then he saw his aunt. She was so pretty in purple. A man in military blues with a silly brown mustache talked to her. While they talked, the man reached down, grabbing a handful of Aunt Chris’s butt.
“Don’t you touch my aunt!” Roy cried, indignantly. Nearly knocking the plant over in his haste to get to his feet, he stomped over, oblivious to the fact all conversation had stopped.
“Roy!”
“That isn’t nice what you did!” Roy shoved the bemused man and his aunt grabbed him.
“Sorry, Colonel Grumman. My nephew is supposed to be upstairs asleep.” Chris swatted Roy’s butt. “You, young man, are in trouble.”
“But he touched your butt!” the seven year old protested, falling silent at her look.
XXX
Roy trailed after Grumman on the firing range, listening to this week’s report. Grumman paused to pat Catalina on the ass and she squawked. “One of these days, you’re going to get shot doing that,” Roy said, walking on.
Grumman snorted. “You couldn’t tell me not to do it years ago. You still can’t, my boy.”