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[pocketbrother]

Uh-oh, I think I'm lost...

*Is four inches tall. Also is standing inside a flowerpot in a random windowsill.*

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[slytherinfuhrer]

*has just started working on the flower shop along with his alter and Maes' alter, he is now rearranging the flower pots nearby and muttering under his breath about the kind of job he ended up in*

[pocketbrother]

*Peeks out of the flower pot and sees Mustang there, then tilts his head.*

Ah, excuse me, sir...

[slytherinfuhrer]

*he turns his head when his ears pick up a low sound and blinks when he sees a small boy inside a flower pot. He leans in to look closer, but not too close, and raises both his eyebrows*

Mister Tringham?

[pocketbrother]

Y-yes, sir? ...how do you know my name?

[otouto_al]

....an elf...?

[pocketbrother]

...huh?

[otouto_al]

Are you an elf?

[pocketbrother]

N-no, I'm human! Honest!

A-Al...?

[can_i_keep_it]

*double take*

H-huh?

Fletcher?

[pocketbrother]

...Al?!

[can_i_keep_it]

Why are you so tiny?

[pocketbrother]

I don't know...