Tenth Bomb || VOICE

[muertederojo]

*He bolts awake from his sleep, patting at his chest and... looking down at his hands. His carved arrays. They were gone. His hands shake as he tries to recall everything. Rabbits. And blood. What an odd combination that was.

No! It was that doctor! She was the one who wanted payment for Olivier's injuries. Kimbley slowly smiles as sweat trickles

Comments

[braided_icarus]

WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALL?!

[Yes. Yes that is all he caught of that.]

[muertederojo]

Not you, I can assure you, Fullmetal.

[braided_icarus]

Then who?

[muertederojo]

That's none of your business.

Now go on. Run along and play.