and that makes them angry.
naoto shirogane. they know her name. they’ve seen her around the fullmetal kid - with increasing frequency. surely, they could be called friends, which envy loathed to acknowledge and further regretted never resolving. with the collapse of hive city, it had been expected by many to return home. however, that was no longer the case, and now that they see her, remember her, the idea comes to mind that - perhaps, should she not have hung around edward so much, the alchemist could have regained enough strength to take them home.
it is plausible. and it churns their blood.
they pause in the alleyway, even after shifting into the brat’s form. the anger is still too hot in their veins. performing well took effort. effort that required being calm. they are a master at this - playing a role.
with a deep breath, they blink, golden eyes taking on something sharp, yet inquisitive.
then, they step into the street, before the blue-haired detective, coyly looking in the opposite direction with their hands on their hips.
“ah, man ... ” a withering tone, perfect in cadence, mimicking the blond to a t.