“Anything on Fullmetal?” Roy asked.
Fuery shook his head. “They weren’t at the library. Apparently the clerk said they hadn’t come by in a few days.”
He scowled at the ground. Now was not a good time for those two to be vanishing into thin air. It did no favours for his nerves as they sparked and sputtered. He huffed, glancing back to the Sargent. “Keep me posted on that. And the medical teams.”
He nodded grimly. “Of course. And… sir?”
“What is it?”
“They’ll turn up.”
Roy blinked. Something in his stomach twisted and a little nail of fresh fear drove through his chest.
What if—
No. That’s ridiculous.
Blues Upon a Whistle
A collaborative fic written by @liathgray and illustrated by me
Just having a grand ol’ time :)
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