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Takes place at Shesca's house. Where For Some Reason several other Hagaren types are hanging out. And not that I think I ever DO, but I'm not going to pretend this is a fanfic. Of any kind. Because I don't write fanfic. Not me. Nope. Never never.
Anita: *chugging milk*
Ed: *watching in utter disgust*
Anita: *finishes, puffs out of a little breath of refreshment, and wipes her mouth* ...what're you looking at?
Ed: How can you DO that?
Anita: Do what?
Ed: Drink that. Milk. You know they squeeze that out of cows?
Anita: *looks at the bottle* Yeah? What, you don't like it?
Ed: No, I don't. It's gross.
Anita: Heh. *starts to drink again* You're gonna be a bean for the rest of your life...
Ed: *stands up suddenly, knocking over his chair* WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN EENY WEENY SPECK OF A BEAN THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE WITHOUT A MAGNIFYING GLASS?!
Anita: *stops drinking and looks at Ed, shocked* ...I didn't say all THAT!
Ed: Yeah, you did, you...you...scrawny underdeveloped brat!
Anita: ExCUSE me! *stands up, also almost knocking over her chair, and starts staring down Ed* ...BEAN.
Ed: Grubby runt.
Anita: Army bitch.
Ed: ...illiterate SURFBOARD.
Anita: SURF--- *turns red and starts swearing in Chinese, and the shouting match is on*
Michelle: *not looking up from what she's reading* Maggie, could you make some quiet for us to read?
Maggie: *calls out something in perfect French to Anita*
Anita: *calmly sits down and starts chugging milk again*
Ed: ... *looks back and forth, trying to figure out what just happened, but finally gives up and sits down*
Meanwhile, a power struggle is taking place among the books, over the one and only desk in the house.
Mr. Joker: It's called Fahrenheit 415. *smiles*
Roy: *raises eyebrows* I...see. And you want me to help with the...ignition?
Mr. Joker: In a nutshell, yes.
Roy: *laughs a little* In your dreams, Brit.
Mr. Joker: *gets up, sniffs, and stalks off to the endless maze of books, where he died and did not show up again because I think he’s a prick. =_=*
Hughes: Heh! Good job, good job...hey, lady, what's wrong?
Yomiko: *looking extremely relieved* Oh! I...ah...it's nothing...
Roy: You didn't like it, either, did you?
Yomiko: ...no. ...the books... *hands tighten on the book she has in her lap*
Roy: *eagerly pulls his wheely-chair over to Yomiko, only his COLONEL POWER makes it look suave instead* Shh. It's all right. *gently smoothes his hand over her hair as she looks up* ...there, now...
Hughes: *trying to keep from laughing, and trying not to die from it*
Roy: There's nothing to be afraid of, Miss...Yomiko, was it? *takes one of her hands, and holds it in both of his*
Yomiko: *nods, still innocently looking into Roy's eyes* Yomiko Readman.
Roy: *strokes her hand a little* ...Readman...Miss Yomiko Readman...Yomiko, I am honored to make your acquaintance. My name is Roy Mustang. *closes his eyes and kisses her fingers*
Yomiko: Oh...a colonel, right? I heard...
Roy: Yes... *makes sex eyes at Yomiko over the back of her hand, and then pulls away* ...but you can call me Roy.
Yomiko: Roy...
Roy: Yomiko, I understand your deep love of literature. The written word represents an irreplaceable part of our culture, and to burn it would be to deprive the world of something precious to everyone...I promise you, no grandiose outcome is enough to make me destroy these invaluable books...
Yomiko: ... *nods, apparently processing that, and smiles at Roy* Colonel Mustang, you are an impressive flirt! *blushes a little and coyly puts a hand to the side of her face*
Hughes: *can't stand it anymore and guffaws*
Roy: ... *sighs, defeated*
Hawkeye: ... *also sighs, and reaches for the pile of paperwork that Roy is STILL ignoring*
Wendy: Don't you have a laptop?
Hawkeye: A...what?
Wendy: To work on.
Hawkeye: Is it any faster?
Wendy: Somewhat. It also saves paper.
Hawkeye: Oh. Well, can I see it?
Wendy: Sure.
Nenene: *also pounding away at a laptop, apparently working on some kind of story, but stops long enough to look up at the executive types---specifically Roy---and narrow her eyes murderously* ．．．ザ・ペーパを 口説こうとするなんて 十年早いぞ こん野郎．．． *goes back to typing*
Shesca: *wanders by behind Nenene, slowing down a little to try and read over her shoulder, and then disappears behind another stack of books* Oh! Miss Maggie!
Al: *laughs nervously; he's sitting down, with his front panel open, and Maggie curled up INSIDE him*
Maggie: *blushes, utterly blissful* Hello.
Al: She seems to really like a place to curl up when she reads... *super nervous*
Shesca: I see...
Michelle: Oh, Miss Shesca! *looks down from atop a pile of books* Thank you again for letting us at your collection! Maggie and I have never SEEN such variety! *flops back dramatically*
Shesca: Oh, no, I'm happy to have someone else to navigate them all! You two have found things I've been looking for for months...
Michelle: Well, we're used to living literally surrounded with books. You wouldn't believe the avalanches...oh, the book drafts! Remember the book drafts, Maggie? Back in Hong Kong?
Maggie: *nods* Yeah.
Al: Book drafts, huh?
Shesca: *giggles a little to cover up embarrassment*
A sudden crash comes from the direction of the kitchen, where Ed and Anita WERE fighting tooth and nail, but have come to an abrupt stop. Ed is somehow covered in milk. (Clearly I don’t feel like figuring out how.)
Ed: ...oh, GOD.
Anita: *latches onto Ed's right arm, with her teeth*
Ed: Ah---HEY! What's the DEAL?!
Michelle: *sharp voice* Anita.
Anita: *has already let go, and is pulling back Ed's sleeve to examine his arm* ...what the hell?
Michelle: Anita.
Anita: Oh, yeah. *stalks over to her schoolbag, and takes out a few blank pieces of paper, which she turns into a towel and folds expertly* Here. *holds out the towel to Ed*
Ed: ... *takes it, now utterly mystified* ...wait, how did you...did you draw the array on the paper?
Anita: The what?
Anita: *chugging milk*
Ed: *watching in utter disgust*
Anita: *finishes, puffs out of a little breath of refreshment, and wipes her mouth* ...what're you looking at?
Ed: How can you DO that?
Anita: Do what?
Ed: Drink that. Milk. You know they squeeze that out of cows?
Anita: *looks at the bottle* Yeah? What, you don't like it?
Ed: No, I don't. It's gross.
Anita: Heh. *starts to drink again* You're gonna be a bean for the rest of your life...
Ed: *stands up suddenly, knocking over his chair* WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN EENY WEENY SPECK OF A BEAN THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE WITHOUT A MAGNIFYING GLASS?!
Anita: *stops drinking and looks at Ed, shocked* ...I didn't say all THAT!
Ed: Yeah, you did, you...you...scrawny underdeveloped brat!
Anita: ExCUSE me! *stands up, also almost knocking over her chair, and starts staring down Ed* ...BEAN.
Ed: Grubby runt.
Anita: Army bitch.
Ed: ...illiterate SURFBOARD.
Anita: SURF--- *turns red and starts swearing in Chinese, and the shouting match is on*
Michelle: *not looking up from what she's reading* Maggie, could you make some quiet for us to read?
Maggie: *calls out something in perfect French to Anita*
Anita: *calmly sits down and starts chugging milk again*
Ed: ... *looks back and forth, trying to figure out what just happened, but finally gives up and sits down*
Meanwhile, a power struggle is taking place among the books, over the one and only desk in the house.
Mr. Joker: It's called Fahrenheit 415. *smiles*
Roy: *raises eyebrows* I...see. And you want me to help with the...ignition?
Mr. Joker: In a nutshell, yes.
Roy: *laughs a little* In your dreams, Brit.
Mr. Joker: *gets up, sniffs, and stalks off to the endless maze of books, where he died and did not show up again because I think he’s a prick. =_=*
Hughes: Heh! Good job, good job...hey, lady, what's wrong?
Yomiko: *looking extremely relieved* Oh! I...ah...it's nothing...
Roy: You didn't like it, either, did you?
Yomiko: ...no. ...the books... *hands tighten on the book she has in her lap*
Roy: *eagerly pulls his wheely-chair over to Yomiko, only his COLONEL POWER makes it look suave instead* Shh. It's all right. *gently smoothes his hand over her hair as she looks up* ...there, now...
Hughes: *trying to keep from laughing, and trying not to die from it*
Roy: There's nothing to be afraid of, Miss...Yomiko, was it? *takes one of her hands, and holds it in both of his*
Yomiko: *nods, still innocently looking into Roy's eyes* Yomiko Readman.
Roy: *strokes her hand a little* ...Readman...Miss Yomiko Readman...Yomiko, I am honored to make your acquaintance. My name is Roy Mustang. *closes his eyes and kisses her fingers*
Yomiko: Oh...a colonel, right? I heard...
Roy: Yes... *makes sex eyes at Yomiko over the back of her hand, and then pulls away* ...but you can call me Roy.
Yomiko: Roy...
Roy: Yomiko, I understand your deep love of literature. The written word represents an irreplaceable part of our culture, and to burn it would be to deprive the world of something precious to everyone...I promise you, no grandiose outcome is enough to make me destroy these invaluable books...
Yomiko: ... *nods, apparently processing that, and smiles at Roy* Colonel Mustang, you are an impressive flirt! *blushes a little and coyly puts a hand to the side of her face*
Hughes: *can't stand it anymore and guffaws*
Roy: ... *sighs, defeated*
Hawkeye: ... *also sighs, and reaches for the pile of paperwork that Roy is STILL ignoring*
Wendy: Don't you have a laptop?
Hawkeye: A...what?
Wendy: To work on.
Hawkeye: Is it any faster?
Wendy: Somewhat. It also saves paper.
Hawkeye: Oh. Well, can I see it?
Wendy: Sure.
Nenene: *also pounding away at a laptop, apparently working on some kind of story, but stops long enough to look up at the executive types---specifically Roy---and narrow her eyes murderously* ．．．ザ・ペーパを 口説こうとするなんて 十年早いぞ こん野郎．．． *goes back to typing*
Shesca: *wanders by behind Nenene, slowing down a little to try and read over her shoulder, and then disappears behind another stack of books* Oh! Miss Maggie!
Al: *laughs nervously; he's sitting down, with his front panel open, and Maggie curled up INSIDE him*
Maggie: *blushes, utterly blissful* Hello.
Al: She seems to really like a place to curl up when she reads... *super nervous*
Shesca: I see...
Michelle: Oh, Miss Shesca! *looks down from atop a pile of books* Thank you again for letting us at your collection! Maggie and I have never SEEN such variety! *flops back dramatically*
Shesca: Oh, no, I'm happy to have someone else to navigate them all! You two have found things I've been looking for for months...
Michelle: Well, we're used to living literally surrounded with books. You wouldn't believe the avalanches...oh, the book drafts! Remember the book drafts, Maggie? Back in Hong Kong?
Maggie: *nods* Yeah.
Al: Book drafts, huh?
Shesca: *giggles a little to cover up embarrassment*
A sudden crash comes from the direction of the kitchen, where Ed and Anita WERE fighting tooth and nail, but have come to an abrupt stop. Ed is somehow covered in milk. (Clearly I don’t feel like figuring out how.)
Ed: ...oh, GOD.
Anita: *latches onto Ed's right arm, with her teeth*
Ed: Ah---HEY! What's the DEAL?!
Michelle: *sharp voice* Anita.
Anita: *has already let go, and is pulling back Ed's sleeve to examine his arm* ...what the hell?
Michelle: Anita.
Anita: Oh, yeah. *stalks over to her schoolbag, and takes out a few blank pieces of paper, which she turns into a towel and folds expertly* Here. *holds out the towel to Ed*
Ed: ... *takes it, now utterly mystified* ...wait, how did you...did you draw the array on the paper?
Anita: The what?
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Oh, that's perfect! Oh, they so would!
*squeaks and holds stomach*