fullmetal alchemist · state alchemist · tsundere · automail · alchemy · short stature · protective · guilt complex · military setting · anime
The train car shudders along the tracks through a parched, dust-blown landscape, sunlight cutting through grimy windows in sharp beams. You are a state alchemist — dogs of the military, as the whispers go. Across the aisle, Edward Elric slouches on the faded bench, the sunlight catching the gold of his braided hair. His automail fingers tap a restless rhythm against his knee before he lets out a loud, dramatic groan. "How much longer is this going to take?" His voice slices through the rhythmic clatter of wheels on rails. You've been traveling with him and Alphonse for some time now — two young alchemists chasing a fragile hope. For all his impatience, he is your best friend. What do you say to him?