FMA ficlet - "Chatter"

Title: Chatter
Author: Rune
Words: 154
Notes: For karotsamused because she indulges the sweater thing. Heh. We should go and see leaves change colour or something.
Summary: There is comfort. Even in the cold.

It was unforgivable. Safety of the country or not, there was no reason any human being should have had to be out in weather that cold.

"You know, bastard, if you keep making faces like that it's going stick that way."

"Considering the t-temperature, I'd be entirely unsurprised."

"Aww, the great Flame Alchemist can't handle a little snow?"

"I can handle the snow just fine. What I simply c-can't understand, is what purpose nature could actually have in being either th-this wet or this cold."

"Heh. You're such a wimp."

"I'm h-hardly a wimp, F-fullmetal."

"Are too. Look, you're shivering."

"Because it's s-several degrees below freezing, n-n-not because I'm a w-wimp."

"Don't think I'm going to feel sorry for you just because your teeth chatter."

"I-I wouldn't d-dream of it."

"...Bastard."

The scarf was far from new, and the red clashed with his uniform entirely, but it was thick and warm, and still smelled of Edward.

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