TWENTY-FIVE : Just don't anger me

[wristsniper]

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[artwithknives]

...it hasn't been that long.

[wristsniper]

...so it seems. Days, correct?

[artwithknives]

Something like that, yeah.

[wristsniper]

Looks like I have to get used to this place again, then.

[kimitoaruiteku]

[Since he sees people have said the date already...]

Welcome back...?

[wristsniper]

...Thank you, Alphonse.

[kimitoaruiteku]

Did you go home?

[wristsniper]

Yes. I did.

[daydreamerxing]

Oh... you're back...

It's the 25th...

[wristsniper]

It appears I wasn't gone as long as I felt.

[muffled_noises]

*Pyro picks up the phone and there's nothing but silence for the longest time. He's happy, but he's also incredibly sad at the same time.*

... *His voice is quiet and almost scared.*

You're back.

[wristsniper]

Fuck.

[She'll be at the door in an inhumanly short period of time.

She didn't even bother to put her uniform back on.]

[muffled_noises]

*Well, Pyro's waiting. He opens the door and just gives a grateful smile.

...

Until he hugs her tightly without warning. There are no words, just that tight hug. He was scared that she would have been gone permanently...He felt so selfish, but he didn't care right now.*

[wristsniper]

[Her eyes go a bit wide at the hug; she's been gone for five months. Five months where he didn't exist.

Days for him.

Everything jars into perspective at once. Her fingers are tangled in his hair in short order, and her embrace is just as tight, just as bittersweet.

She has no idea what to say.]

[steel_massifail]

June 25th.

[[He sounds relieved, but a little cold.]]

[wristsniper]

It seems I wasn't gone long, then.

[steel_massifail]

...I think it was... maybe a week, or so?