It was an night black and cold as my brother’s heart, the night she came to my door, asking for help- she was a real looker. Legs that went for hours, a sleek figure that cut through the dark. I could tell she was a tigress, this one- or at least a tabby. That little kitten had some big ideas and a voice like an angel. I couldn’t help it, I fell under her spell even though she had trouble written all over her- it was a game of cat and mouse, and I had been caught in her claws. She needed a knight in shining armor, and I was ready made for the job.
She was being hassled by the boys in blue- or really one boy in blue. His name was Mustang. He was a nasty character, but the runt with him was even nastier. He was a thug with a mug like a slug, no other way to say it. I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to throw a dame like her to the dogs.
There was only one choice- I had to dig up some dirt on these two heavys. That’s what a private dick does.
Just another day for Alphonse Elric, Cat Detective.
a mix for alphonse elric during, before & after conqueror of shamballa
bixby canyon bridge death cab for cutie | sleepwalking radical face | subtext read, nothing new of montreal | an angry blade iron & wine | back from kathmandu OK go | the season the dodos | youth daughter | always gold radical face | flightless bird, american mouth iron & wine
FMA/FMAB Meme: Eight friendships and/or OTPs (3/8)
Al and Scar
I just really love the fact Al befriends the “enemies” and this is one of my favorite friendships he has formed. Al calls Scar, Scar-san and for some reason Scar usually calls Al by his full name I find that funny for some reason. I feel like Scar sees himself in Al, because both were younger brothers and stuff. In the end, Scar saved Al by making him the Philosopher Stone.