This is completely bullshit is what it was. Really normally when he ended up here it normally was but yet he was still stuck setting in at the desk of Officer Fuery again for trespassing on the the Yao estate for the third time this week. The first time he was lectured and brought home by Officers Fuery and Falman. The second time he was brought to the station and given a written warning before they brought him home again and now here he was - round three and he was told that he couldn’t go home just yet because she wanted to speak with him.
Edward had never actually met Chief of Police Olivier Armstrong but he’d heard stories from his music teacher Ms. Catherine and Principal Armstrong had been sure to give him his recount of his older sister and told the young teenager it would be wise of him to never have a run in with her.
He just needed them to listen to him for once and understand that this was not his fault. If Wu Yao wasn’t such an asshole they wouldn’t be having this problem in the first place. The only reason he was even ‘sneaking’ onto his property was because he wanted to see his boyfriend and you could hardly blame a guy for that. Ling kept not coming to school and when that happened it always worried him.
He kept trying to tell them how horrible Wu Yao was but it didn’t seem to matter which adult he spoke to, none of them seemed to listen but he supposed that was perfectly normal when it came to adults because as Ling was always quick to remind him ‘Money Talks.’ and Edward always hated seeing the truth in that statement. Wasn’t there anyone in this damn town that would listen to him when he tried to tell them that there was something wrong in that house?
Sure he didn’t have the exact thing pin-pointed yet but there had to be another reason that Wu banned him from their property other than the fact that Edward may have told him to Go Fuck Himself.
He’s leaned back in the chair he’s setting in, his school bag setting off to the side of it and his cane leaning up against his legs. The teen is scrolling through his phone while he waits absolutely bored. He’s yet to text his brother as to where he was lest Alphonse lose his shit on him like he usually would. Grams was gunna bite his ear off again when he came home in a cop car again. Least they were nice enough to drive him home, probably only did cause his home was too far off the beaten path - wasn’t on the bus route and he certainly couldn’t walk home. It’d take forever.
Maybe he could get Al to come get him - naw - he’s blah to Grams and then he’d still be screwed so that defeated the entire point. Why the big boss wanted to speak with him was beyond him. Surely she’d just bite his face off for causing so much undue trouble. It’s not like he hadn’t been drug down here for fighting before... but if those assholes were gunna run their mouths he’d fight’em where ever they wanted to pick one - school grounds or not. Edward Elric was not above a brawl in the streets - fake limbs or no.
He’d make any dumb fucker eat their words should they open their fucking mouth and earn it.
“Edward.” the sound of Officer Falman’s voice echoes his direction and he groans while rolling his eyes. This was fucking stupid. He’d have to talk to Mustang about this no doubt. Some how that man always seemed to learn about every. single.one. of his transgressions despite just being his psychiatrist. Surely the Hawk’s Eye would be on his ass for this too. Monday meeting in the councilor’s office was in his future he was sure. There’s a scoffed groan as he grips the top of his cane and uses it to help force himself up from the chair.
“Can I leave my stuff here at least?” He asks looking over to Fuery who just nods to the teenager as he makes his way over to the officer that summoned him and walks through the open door he’s motioning towards for the boy to enter. It’s small and obvious it’s meant for interrogations - he’s seen enough cop shows to know that much. Alphonse had a real taste for’em and he always seemed to end up getting sucked into whatever one his brother was currently hooked on.
There’s a small table in the center of the room and two chairs one, on either side of it. Cliché. Falman motions to the teenager to set down and Edward complies as he rolls his eyes. The woman in the room, sets before him radiating the energy of a literate wall and he could tell from the look on her face she probably wouldn’t fall for his usual brand of humor - or in this case, sarcasm.
“So whadda I owe the honors?” He sounds seemingly unphased by her presence. “I fuck up three times so I get a special prize?” He grins. He couldn’t help himself sarcasm is in his blood.
