Michelle raised an eyebrow, scanning the boy. “Hey there,” she greeted, placing a crate of scrap metal on the floor and wiped her hands on her shirt. He didn’t look like he had automail. “Do you need something?”
michelle—elric: He listened to her responses so intently that it took a moment for him to realize that she had addressed...
Michelle offered a small smile. “I’m sure. Besides, I can’t just ignore a guest.” She closed her eyes. “I may be many...