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.₊̣̇. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 .₊̣̇.
The next Monday, Miles di Angelo walked to the Central Train Station in boredom. Yeah, there was work to do, but work was boring. He didn't become a State Alchemist to work, he became a State Alchemist to be a freeloader.
The boys he was waiting to escort didn't even know that he would be there. They usually watched over themselves, but Miles thought in the end his presence would be a good idea with the Ishvalan Scar still on the loose. The two would be introduced to their official bodyguards later on.
Miles looked over a trashy tabloid as he waited, reading up on the rumors of the latest celebrities. He didn't believe a single one of them, but they were entertaining. So they did their job. He put it down when the whistles of the train sounded out, and the screeching of the wheels caused many to flinch.
As soon as the metal doors opened, many families reunited, soldiers returned to work, or simple nomads looked around in wonder. Miles kept his eyes out for a specific boy, knowing it would easier to spot him than the other child.
"Major Mustang!" A cocky voice suddenly rang out, catching his attention. Miles' head snapped in the direction of the shrill voice, immediately making eye contact with the short State Alchemist with the red coat.
"What?" Was all Miles could manage as the departure of the train caused his blue uniform to flap about. "What'd you call me?"
"Brother," Alphonse Elric hissed. He raised a metal hand and rubbed the back of his metal neck, the suit of armor clanking shyly. "Sorry, Major. Brother is just being dumb again."
"Wait, are you serious?" Edward Elric snorted. "Is it still Major di Angelo? I could've sworn you would've married that idiot by now."
"Brother!"
"Trust me, I've been trying," the adult mumbled, causing the teenagers to jolt in surprise. Ed's harmless teasing had revealed a little more than the truth. "But I guess every State Alchemist is a dunce, right, Edward? Wouldn't you know?"
"You know you're a State Alchemist too," the elder Elric grumbled with gritted teeth and slitted eyes. Miles simply rolled his eyes, but his face softened when Alphonse cautiously shuffled beside him. The young boy patted his back in reassurance, his cold and large hand somehow being gentle.
"If Colonel Mustang doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with you then that's his problem. Period."
Miles chuckled, and thanked Alphonse. The older soldier and younger alchemist got closer every time they saw one another. Miles was one of the few that treated Alphonse as the kid he was (after he had got over the initial shock, of course).
"Exactly what Al said," Edward shrugged. Sincerity was obvious in his tone, but he quickly went back to mocking his fellow State Alchemist. "Anyways, two dumbasses like yourselves are meant to be together."
"God, I hate short people," was all Miles could manage as Al's eyes widened, immediately reaching to hold back his enraged older sibling.
"You what?!"
ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ miles is sad so heres this thing that wont help at all smiamsiwnsjsnw i tried
