May 21, 2006 13:12
Edward has propped the door open to his room and has procured cinnamon rolls.
Where the cinnamon rolls have come from, well. It's better off that you don't ask.
Anyway, he's making a sticky mess on his alchemy books. Anyone who can save him from himself at this point would be appreciated. There are plenty of rolls.
Leave a comment
Comments 30
Headed toward the common room, or perhaps elsewhere --it looked like it was really quite nice outside, maybe she'd take a walk-- she paused when she noticed Edward's door was open and wafting the scent of cinnamon through the halls. She poked her head in and frowned.
"Ed? Tell me you're not decorating your room with cinnamon sticks?"
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
"Hi, Al! How's it going?"
Reply
Reply
"Oh, Lord. I'm sorry. I think I was looking for your brother."
[OOC: Seras' mun is red too as she is obviously not quite awake yet and not familiar enough with FMA to tell characters apart. >.< Sorry.]
Reply
[Figured as much. S'alright. XD]
Reply
Leave a comment