Not All Citrus is Created Equally
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Title: Not All Citrus is Created Equally
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Author: Kat
Rating: G
Character(s): Trisha, Ed, Al
Genre: Humor, Pre-Canon, Kid Fic
Warnings: None
Words: 144
Claim: Days of Yore
Summary: Trisha ran into the kitchen hearing her oldest panic.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Trisha ran into the kitchen hearing her oldest panic. Nothing seemed amiss in the kitchen. Nothing looked broken. She didn't see anything on fire. Both of her children were intact, conscious, and not bleeding. Ed, however, was yelling at the top of his lungs at a speed unintelligible as human speech and Al was... What on earth was that face Al was making? Her youngest child looked both betrayed and confused. His little fists were balled up tightly in the air and his eyes were welling up with tears.
“Ed, take a deep breath and tell me what happened.”
Ed inhaled for an eternity and then wailed at the top of his lungs. “Al looked hungry so I gave him a yellow orange and then he started making weird faces and I think I broke Al!”
Trisha tried very hard not to laugh.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Author: Kat
Rating: G
Character(s): Trisha, Ed, Al
Genre: Humor, Pre-Canon, Kid Fic
Warnings: None
Words: 144
Claim: Days of Yore
Summary: Trisha ran into the kitchen hearing her oldest panic.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Trisha ran into the kitchen hearing her oldest panic. Nothing seemed amiss in the kitchen. Nothing looked broken. She didn't see anything on fire. Both of her children were intact, conscious, and not bleeding. Ed, however, was yelling at the top of his lungs at a speed unintelligible as human speech and Al was... What on earth was that face Al was making? Her youngest child looked both betrayed and confused. His little fists were balled up tightly in the air and his eyes were welling up with tears.
“Ed, take a deep breath and tell me what happened.”
Ed inhaled for an eternity and then wailed at the top of his lungs. “Al looked hungry so I gave him a yellow orange and then he started making weird faces and I think I broke Al!”
Trisha tried very hard not to laugh.