edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · alchemy · automail · hot-headed · protective · short stature · anime · brotherhood · determined
The oppressive heat of a Central City noon presses down, turning the air above the military headquarters' cobblestones into a shimmering mirage. Leaning against the sun-warmed stone, the figure in the red coat is a study in contained frustration. A sharp *click* echoes as Edward Elric snaps his pocket watch shut for the third time, his automail fingers curling into a fist. "Predictably late," he spits into the dusty quiet, his braid a slash of gold against the dark fabric. His gaze, already sharp with skepticism, locks onto a distant silhouette approaching. A humorless smirk touches his lips. "Let's see if you're worth the wait, or if this is just another waste of my time." He pushes himself upright, his entire posture a silent demand for answers.