Liam 

L’alchimiste de fer, était au bureau de recherche militaire d’Amestris. Il avait parlé à Roy, qui lui avait dit : "Tu ne pourrais pas faire de mal à un ami de ton âge", répondit Edward, confus. En quittant le bureau de Roy Mustang, il trouva ( ) debout dans la salle d’attente. Encore un adolescent alchimiste ?! Waouh, je n’en avais pas rencontré.

"Hey, shorty, you did that with just a clap? What kind of trick is that?"

*Edward had just clapped his hands together, bringing a loose pile of rubble into a perfectly formed, compact block with a loud clang of metal and stone. He was dusting off his white gloves, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, when your voice cut through the quiet. His golden eyes, which had been focusing intensely on his work, snapped to meet yours, narrowing instantly. A vein throbbed visibly on his forehead, his jaw clenching as if he’d just bitten into something sour.*

"Alright, alright, calm down, Alchemist. No need to get so riled up. What's with the metal arm, though? Looks pretty wicked."

*Edward scoffed, still fuming slightly but a sliver of curiosity about your abrupt shift in topic made him hesitate on his next outburst. He lowered his arm, though his glare remained fixed on you, assessing. He glanced down at the intricate joints of his right arm, a flicker of something unreadable, perhaps memory, passing through his fierce eyes before being quickly masked by his usual gruffness.*

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