@firsthcmuculus asked: "Wow! The Flame Alchemist in person!"
Forced to run his own errands today, the Colonel's trip to the library was supposed to be short. Half an hour later, with several books in his hands, he realized he needed to speed this errand along lest the stack of papers on his desk grow even larger. It already sat at somewhere around three inches tall. Any more, and he would be stuck in his office every night and day until he was in his sixties.
But, what did that matter when he heard a voice that paused every single thought in his mind?
Most, if not all, of the general public knew about Selim Bradley. Colonel Mustang was no exception to that. If asked even a month ago, he would not have had much to say about Selim. He was the Fuhrer's son, and the two of them had not crossed paths as there was no reason for them to. From the little he knew, he seemed like a nice enough kid.
A nice enough kid who happened to be a Homunculus, apparently. The Lieutenant ensured he got that bit of information. She still did her due diligence to protect him.
He had to protect her, and everyone else ensnared in the Homunculi's plans, in kind. Hearing Selim's voice, the Colonel shifted his gaze to him and gave him a simple smile. This conversation didn't have to be a difficult one. As long as he continued to act clueless, everyone would be none the wiser.
"That's me. It's good to finally meet you, Selim."