writing scribbles

[--and long moments passed as Al just stared at him, until he began to fidget, looking down and away and supremely uncomfortable as nerves and shame began to supercede his previous anger. For some reason he couldn't read the motionless, expressionless armor just then and it unnerved him--he could hardly stand to look at himself anymore and the thought of anyone, even his brother, staring at him like that...

"What are you looking at?" he growled at his feet, trying to hide the flush creeping up his face. "Quit staring already!"

But instead of gasping in horror, or bursting out laughing, or a million other things Ed had been expecting--and had tried to prepare himself to deal with--Al just let out a deep, weary breath and somehow managed to look both exasperated and sympathetic all at once. "Brother," he sighed wearily, almost as if he'd been expecting this, "what have you gotten yourself into this time?"]


Gack. Now we're writing FMA! O_o Just more scribbles and sketches, but....jeeze! I haven't even finished my coffee! @_@ Brain-chan no baka can't make up her mind again! *grump, grouch, growl* And I wanted to finish the darn GW Plunnie and get some TWD done for Sara and work on RT a bit.... GRAR!

Gonna work on RT at lunch even if I have to murder Brain-chan to get away with it. And no, Conan will not find out.

there she goes AGAIN!!

[--glared into the mirror, scowling at his outfit. "Gah, this is so lame! I look like a geeky high school student."

Daisuke grinned cheekily at him. "News flash, Dark--as of four PM yesterday, you are a geeky high school student. Well, maybe not geeky..."

"Che." The thief tugged at his collar, looking halfway disgusted. "This is not my look, baka."

"That's the point, isn't it? Unless you want half the city police force after you the moment you set foot out the front door--"]


Whee, off on another tangent again! @_@ Gonna have so much scrap written by the end of the day I won't know where to put it all! Egads, the office is boring today. -_- I get done with stuff too fast, and with Uncle Boss gone there's really nothing more to do but twiddle my thumbs and punch numbers occasionally...

Blah. Okay. Cross your fingers for me--next stop, RT or bust.