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scriveyner) wrote2013-01-07 03:15 pm
scriveyner) wrote2013-01-07 03:15 pm
Fullmetal Alchemist (Tobira no Mukou e) - Black ice
Title: Black Ice
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: t
Length: 475
Summary: Takeo sighed, and wished he had thought ahead enough to wear a hat to work.
Kobayashi Takeo shoved his hands in his pockets and buried his nose in his scarf, muttering sourly under his breath. He had hoped - vainly, it seemed - that the furious showers of snow would have slackened somewhat in the hours since the work day started. There was to be little respite - the snow had not let up in slightest, piling over the remains of hardened, mostly-melted snowdrifts from the previous accumulation. Takeo stood indecisively in the doorway, out of the way of the wind, but blocking the entrance to the repository. Not that many people would be out and about doing research in THIS weather, most of the soldiers on duty were currently working to dig the city out of its snowed-in state.
He did not like snow, or winter at all for that matter. He did not have as valid a reason to dislike the season as Nick, as he did not have a heavy metal arm with joints that were susceptible to the changes in air pressure, but all the same he hated the cold, and the wet, and the dark.
Takeo sighed, and wished he had thought ahead enough to wear a hat to work.
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Nicholas Elric looked up when Takeo entered the office, his hair a sodden mess with flecks of white snow melting amid the dark locks. “I thought you were a flame alchemist,” he snorted, as Takeo unwound the scarf from his neck and hung it on the coat rack.
Takeo scowled at Nicholas, running both his hands through his hair and shaking it out like a wet dog. “I thought you weren’t coming in today. You were whining about all the paperwork, and with General Mustang gone for the week I was certain you were going to stay in bed until the boss got back.”
“Eh, we’re still working the Williamson case,” Nicholas said. “It’d be nice to put a bow on it and shove it into a drawer somewhere and forget about it.” He looked down at the papers he had spread across his desk, and Takeo could see they were the photographs taken of the man’s basement. Nicholas sighed and put his right hand in his hair, the fluorescence reflecting off of the automail. “There are some sick fucks in this world,” he said.
“There were a lot of sick fucks in our world too,” Takeo reminded him.
“Yeah, but I’m the one who was supposed to worry about keeping you from being too naively idealistic about this place,” Nick sat back in his chair. “It’s just discouraging, is all.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Nick, Takeo
Rating: t
Length: 475
Summary: Takeo sighed, and wished he had thought ahead enough to wear a hat to work.
Kobayashi Takeo shoved his hands in his pockets and buried his nose in his scarf, muttering sourly under his breath. He had hoped - vainly, it seemed - that the furious showers of snow would have slackened somewhat in the hours since the work day started. There was to be little respite - the snow had not let up in slightest, piling over the remains of hardened, mostly-melted snowdrifts from the previous accumulation. Takeo stood indecisively in the doorway, out of the way of the wind, but blocking the entrance to the repository. Not that many people would be out and about doing research in THIS weather, most of the soldiers on duty were currently working to dig the city out of its snowed-in state.
He did not like snow, or winter at all for that matter. He did not have as valid a reason to dislike the season as Nick, as he did not have a heavy metal arm with joints that were susceptible to the changes in air pressure, but all the same he hated the cold, and the wet, and the dark.
Takeo sighed, and wished he had thought ahead enough to wear a hat to work.
Nicholas Elric looked up when Takeo entered the office, his hair a sodden mess with flecks of white snow melting amid the dark locks. “I thought you were a flame alchemist,” he snorted, as Takeo unwound the scarf from his neck and hung it on the coat rack.
Takeo scowled at Nicholas, running both his hands through his hair and shaking it out like a wet dog. “I thought you weren’t coming in today. You were whining about all the paperwork, and with General Mustang gone for the week I was certain you were going to stay in bed until the boss got back.”
“Eh, we’re still working the Williamson case,” Nicholas said. “It’d be nice to put a bow on it and shove it into a drawer somewhere and forget about it.” He looked down at the papers he had spread across his desk, and Takeo could see they were the photographs taken of the man’s basement. Nicholas sighed and put his right hand in his hair, the fluorescence reflecting off of the automail. “There are some sick fucks in this world,” he said.
“There were a lot of sick fucks in our world too,” Takeo reminded him.
“Yeah, but I’m the one who was supposed to worry about keeping you from being too naively idealistic about this place,” Nick sat back in his chair. “It’s just discouraging, is all.”