Michelle Elric

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Michelle felt the tension ease from her body as his smile grew, watching him as he sat on the other side of the shop. Raising an eyebrow, she slowly made her way over—her legs felt like jello after what had happened—and plopped herself in her own chair beside him. Offering a small smile, she wasn’t quite sure what to say—she was no good when it came with words or talking with others. Glancing down, the shadows on the ground caught her eye. Her smile becoming something more genuine, she couldn’t help but suddenly feel a bit better.

"Rush Valley," Michelle responded shortly, unamused by the little nickname.

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"It's fine about the mess, shoulda seen the place when I was your age." She chuckles. She unloads her tool bag onto the nearest convenient workbench.

Michelle watched her, crossing her arms. "... Guess so," she huffed. Though honestly, she rather liked the mess--it kept her organized, as odd as it sounded. "Do you, uh... need help with that?"

“Just checking in Michelle.” Her mom said, walking into the house. “Having an okay day?” She asks.

"O-oh, mom," she stammered, quickly spinning herself around. "I thought you weren't coming back until later?" Rubbing the back of her head, she glanced around at the mess. "... Yeah, I'm... you know, good."

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“… I see,” she muttered, but wasn’t sure if she saw anything at all. Furrowing her eyebrows, her gaze shifted back to the man before her—it irked her a bit to hear any sort of negative remarks of her father. “—He’s not that bad.” Though she supposed from what she’s heard from stories, he used to be a lot worse—it seemed over the years he’s learned his true worth.

"I saidI'd do it later. Lemme just finish this project, okay?" She closed her eyes, beginning to take her leave. She figured he'd be too bothered and clean it up himself anyways--then she'd be off the hook.

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"... Exactly," she answered with a nervous laugh. The whole time she kept praying he wouldn't make her go back with the other two--the last thing she needed after a train ride was to have to sit through their boring talk. She would have liked to leave the mansion and wonder around the city, but Aaron was becoming weary of her running off, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with his nagging today.

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Michelle couldn’t help but smile a little. “Trust me—guilt tripping doesn’t work on me.” Closing her eyes, she kept her breathing even, standing perfectly still—she could hear her heart pounding. “… And I always mean what I say.”

Now a smile came back to his pale face, wide enough that a few pearly whites peeked out from in-between his thin lips. Relaxing, he took a seat across the room from Michelle, making sure to give her plenty of personal space. He was, in fact, so excited that she really wanted him to stay that the shadows on the floor wriggled a bit.

Michelle felt the tension ease from her body as his smile grew, watching him as he sat on the other side of the shop. Raising an eyebrow, she slowly made her way over--her legs felt like jello after what had happened--and plopped herself in her own chair beside him. Offering a small smile, she wasn't quite sure what to say--she was no good when it came with words or talking with others. Glancing down, the shadows on the ground caught her eye. Her smile becoming something more genuine, she couldn't help but suddenly feel a bit better.