#al 01

[sobayason]

@alexeatis​ asked: (( Yeah can I get uhhhhh number 25? Absolutely. And no avocado, of course. How about fries?

Also bc mun can’t choose for shit, mun generated and got 19.Your muse is temporarily blind.

Asahi’s hands shoot over his eyes with an agonized shout, crying out as the oil spat out from the pan at them. Quickly receding, he bumps into what is fortunately an empty counter and quickly begins feeling around until he feels the cool metal of the sink faucet.

He knew in his gut the oil was too hot and he wasn’t sure if the battered chicken was too wet, but he just chalked it up to having not made karaage in a while.

He’s so wrapped up in washing his eyes out he doesn’t even hear Shiona return with until she makes her way into the room and speaks.

[whitesuitedalchemist]

Fight or Flight [Closed @ Al]

On the battlefield, there were many different kinds of soldiers who fought for a plethora of reasons. But ultimately, they boiled down to two kinds of people. Those who were willing to stand and fight for whatever cause they chose to support, and those who didn't have the guts to do so and ran with their tails between their legs. Oftentimes, it was easy to tell these types of soldiers apart. Did their legs shake when talking about death? Did they lie sleepless in the barracks, hoping beyond hope that life would one day return to normal? Then that was a weak man. But sometimes... sometimes it was much more difficult to discern. In that case, one could only wait for the field of battle.

Right now, Kimblee was minding his own business as much as his busybody mind could, when out of the corner he saw five men ganging up on one young man. Now, what on earth could have caused this altercation? Heading closer to see exactly what would happen, the alchemist wanted to wait and see what would happen before interfering.