Why would Mustang have his Vulpix? That didn't make any sense at all. Without bothering to question or explain further he pulled a pokeball off his belt and opened it, releasing another Vulpix. "This one's mine and it sure as hell isn't named after you." The implication seemed to offend him more than anything else Roy had said - ironic, considering the Ponyta - which Ed jerked a thumb at next. "Al calls that one Mustang, but I definitely don't, don't flatter yourself-" There he stopped, because the impulse to call Mustang General died on his tongue, he had to be from an earlier time if he didn't have the patch, but that didn't account for whatever weird crap he was spewing.
Meanwhile the Ponyta continued rummaging through Ed's bag - which the blond ignored - until the Vulpix began pawing at a leg. Mustang glanced down, picking it up and tossing it onto his back without missing a beat, tugging something that resembled a sandwich from the bag and starting to eat it.
"Is that some sort of joke?" Because clearly asking someone if they got a hair cut whose hair was longer than the last time they met had to be sarcasm, right? "Nothing's wrong with my clothes, without alchemy I'm kind of limited on options here, this is the best I could do, all right?" Why was he defending himself, again?
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Why would Mustang have his Vulpix? That didn't make any sense at all. Without bothering to question or explain further he pulled a pokeball off his belt and opened it, releasing another Vulpix. "This one's mine and it sure as hell isn't named after you." The implication seemed to offend him more than anything else Roy had said - ironic, considering the Ponyta - which Ed jerked a thumb at next. "Al calls that one Mustang, but I definitely don't, don't flatter yourself-" There he stopped, because the impulse to call Mustang General died on his tongue, he had to be from an earlier time if he didn't have the patch, but that didn't account for whatever weird crap he was spewing.
Meanwhile the Ponyta continued rummaging through Ed's bag - which the blond ignored - until the Vulpix began pawing at a leg. Mustang glanced down, picking it up and tossing it onto his back without missing a beat, tugging something that resembled a sandwich from the bag and starting to eat it.
"Is that some sort of joke?" Because clearly asking someone if they got a hair cut whose hair was longer than the last time they met had to be sarcasm, right? "Nothing's wrong with my clothes, without alchemy I'm kind of limited on options here, this is the best I could do, all right?" Why was he defending himself, again?
"When the hell did you get here, anyway?"