File 002

[ltcolonel_dad]

[Three mice down, a few more to go. He's sort of sad, because that means target practice is almost over. He notices something moving in the corner of the room, and of course it has to be one of the mice. Ready, aim...]

Don't tell me you mice can play music, too?

[He nearly, nearly mind you, drops the knife on his foot in shock. He holds onto it,

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[fmed]

[He's going nuts because of that stupid song that keeps repeating. He can catch a few words when it first starts, then it turns into what sounds almost like Xingese. So he's been roaming around trying to get rid of it when he catches sight of...]

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LT. COLONEL HUGHES?

[ltcolonel_dad]

[Nearly drops the knife again, because loud Ed is Loud. Turns around and blinks. A few more times, too, before smiling very broadly.]

The music's loud enough on its own, you don't have to shout over it, Ed. But it's nice to see you.

[How'd he get here, anyway? Think think think. Puts away the knife, because target practice can wait.]

Have you seen the latest pictures? They're much more adorable than usual.

[fmed]

[Ed's just staring for the moment... until pictures are mentioned. Then he's backing away, waving his hands furiously. He'll take the stupid repeating music before dealing with picture time with Hughes.]

Uh- yeah, seen them all, gotta go! [And he gets ready to run.]

[ltcolonel_dad]

[Chuckles and doesn't show him any pictures for once. He slumps, though, and blows a flyaway hair out of his eyes.]

Are they all right? Whoever murdered me didn't try to get them, too?

[He'll be very cross if that happened. And he's sure it's murder, and he's sure it was one of those homunculi, but the rest is a blur. A very unhelpful blur.]