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"The explosion happened at night, by the Rockbell house,"
Aki Sorro interrupted, "Where Fullmetal has been staying?"
"Yes," replied Coronal Mustang, "I need you to take back your place of a Private Investigator. I'm ranking you back up to it, understand Vine Alchemist?"
"B-but I haven't been a Private Investigator since... um... General Hughes... died..." Lieutenant Sorro said, trying not to piss off Roy Mustang, aka the Flame Alchemist.
"That's an order! Now go pack your things and be ready to go on a train on Resembol! Now!" Mustang yelled, scaring Aki into saluting and running.
She ran into Major Armstrong, a tall, muscular Alchemist who was pretty emotional. "Oh why hello Lieutenant Sorro! May I ask what you are doing?"
"It's actually Investigator Sorro now. I was ranked up... I need to hurry, I need to catch a train."
"Ok Investigator Sorro! Any help I can provide?" Major asked.
"Of course. To the Fullmetal Alchemist I go."
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❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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