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poppo911 · 7 years
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You’ve Got Mail! (Chapter 4)
Read it on FFN here
Word count : 1900-ish
Chapter 4 – The Bet
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To : All contacts
From : Maes Hughes
Attachment : Elysia_001 .jpeg, Elysia_003  .jpeg, and 54 more attachments
Subject : Your morning dose of happiness
You’re welcome.
Maes Hughes
Teacher, English Literature
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : Heymans Breda, Jean Havoc
From : Roy Mustang
Subject : Re: Re: Abort mission (continued)
Before you guys judge me for being ‘ignorant’, yesterday was too hectic for me to check on incoming mails. And yes, Jean, listen what Breda said; you’re still a dumb-ass.
Miles was right though, you were lucky enough. At last I met her yesterday. And who could’ve guessed that that accreditation board member whom you had a rather unpleasant argument with three years ago is an Armstrong? (and the one who got a say in the board, while at it.)
Seems like she still hold grudges on me for a reason I don’t remember. Imagine the awkward silence (or you’re-dead-to-me glares) I have to go through everytime we encountered each others, considering we share an office room from now on.
Let’s just hope Maes won’t be genius enough to even try to push her button during his (suspiciously abundant) free time.
Roy Mustang
Teacher, Chemistry
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : Jean Havoc
From : Maria Ross
Subject : How many times do I have to tell you?
I don’t care how and when you do it, Jean, but no way in hell smoking is allowed anywhere inside school. The rooftop included. You’ll set bad examples for the students. Besides, the kids love you—they’re more inclined to justify your actions, and do it by themselves!
This will be my last warning before I write the Principal a formal complain letter on this matter.
Maria Ross
Teacher, School Guidance Counselor
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : Maes Hughes
From : Kain Fuery
Subject : Data Usage Notification
Mr. Hughes,
I regret to inform you that you have already used up all your bandwith. Please do take my advice to stop sending everybody gigabytes-worth of photos, and you will be able to enjoy this facility until the last day of every months. Thank you.
I’m not gonna receive your bribery, Sir. Mr. Greed already took suspicion on our internet funds, and had been eyeing me closely ever since. Sorry for that…
Regards,
Kain Fuery
Staff, Department of Information and Technology
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : Edward Elric
From : Riza Hawkeye
Subject : See me during lunch break
Dear Edward,
My experiences told me that detention letters have no effect on you. But that doesn’t mean you can get out from the fact that you sent a .docx with the writings ‘MUSTANG SUXX’ as its only content for your chemistry take-home assignment.
Meet me at the teachers’ room right after the bell rings. You know where my desk is.
Fail to do so, and I will pair you up with Ling for the upcoming group project(s).
Thank you.
Riza Hawkeye
Teacher, Biology
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : Olivier Mira Armstrong
From : Alex Louis Armstrong
Subject : Re: All those East City chickens are getting under my skin
O, my dearest Sister,
YOU HAVE JUST MISUNDERSTOOD OUR HOSPITALITY, THE PEOPLE FROM THE EASTERN SIDE OF AMESTRIS!
They were just trying to befriend you, Sister. Trust me. Perhaps the norms here are not exactly similar to those of North’s, but please adjust yourself.
Besides, it’s not a secret that Mr. Roy Mustang is the Principal’s favorite negotiator when it suits his needs, second only to himself. Do forgive me, Sister, because I can’t tell you what kind of demands Mr. Eugene Grumman insisted three years ago.
Oh, and I have done setting up your new desk according to your requests. I also added a little touch of fine arts to please your eyes. Worry not, my Sister, for my taste is far better than Kimblee’s.
With the spirits that had been passed down in the Armstrong Family for generations,
Alex Louis Armstrong
Coach, Physical Education
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : Kain Fuery
From : Rebecca Catalina
Subject : Is the Principal hiding in your server room again?
I swear to God I was just taking his tea cup back to the pantry and BOOM that old man disappeared like a trickster. He thought it would make me amused? Maybe, when the stars align. But absolutely NOT when we got a lot of works to submit before Tuesday!
Well guess what? Don’t tell him I’m going there. If he decided that the Principal’s Room is too boring that he chose to leave, trust me, his paperworks are more than eager to follow.
Why did I sign up for this shit anyway? Oh, right—Ri will kick me out if she’s the only one paying our room’s rent.
Rebecca Catalina
Staff, Principal’s Secretary
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : Christopher Vinther
From : Solf Z. Kimblee
Subject : This budget-efficiency-thingy is getting ridiculous
I’m a simple man; hence next time that old Grumman give me another warning due to unmet curriculum, I will just blame that on your decision to cut my clay-shopping budget.
Solf Z. Kimblee
Teacher, Visual Art
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : All contacts
From : Kain Fuery
Subject : Server Maintenance Notification
All students, teachers, and staffs,
Today we will be performing routine server maintenance and upgrading hardware on the server environment for performance and scalability. The maintenance will be performed on March 9th during a three hour window of 12:00 PM - 3:00 PM. We are expecting approximately two hours of down time during the maintenance. If you have any questions please contact our support team by emailing [email protected].
Thank you.
Kain Fuery
Staff, Department of Information and Technology
East Amestris Senior High School | 75 Sycamore Lane, East City
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To : Mechanical geek (+xxxxxxxxx947)
From : Edward Elric (+xxxxxxxx311)
Hey Winry?
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To : Edward (+xxxxxxxx311)
From : Winry Rockbell (+xxxxxxxxx947)
Yes?
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To : Mechanical geek (+xxxxxxxxx947)
From : Edward Elric (+xxxxxxxx311)
Did you have a word with Miss Riza recently?
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To : Edward (+xxxxxxxx311)
From : Winry Rockbell (+xxxxxxxxx947)
What do you mean?
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To : Mechanical geek (+xxxxxxxxx947)
From : Edward Elric (+xxxxxxxx311)
Well… Did she, like, tell you something? Anything?
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To : Edward (+xxxxxxxx311)
From : Winry Rockbell (+xxxxxxxxx947)
Umm.. no, I guess. Why are you asking?
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To : Mechanical geek (+xxxxxxxxx947)
From : Edward Elric (+xxxxxxxx311)
Nothing. Really. Okay—one more thing—not even about me? Or something you don’t know??
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To : Edward (+xxxxxxxx311)
From : Winry Rockbell (+xxxxxxxxx947)
Okay she did explain me some things about cellular metabolisms because I asked her, and technically that was something I didn’t know by that time. Aside from that, nope? Why so sudden??
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To : Mechanical geek (+xxxxxxxxx947)
From : Edward Elric (+xxxxxxxx311)
Great. Well then. Better stop using our phones before Mr. Miles turn around from the whiteboard.
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To : Edward (+xxxxxxxx311)
From : Winry Rockbell (+xxxxxxxxx947)
Weirdo.
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To : Al (+xxxxxxxx744)
From : Edward Elric (+xxxxxxxx311)
Alphonse.
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To : Brother (+xxxxxxxx311)
From : Alphonse Elric (+xxxxxxxx744)
What’s it, brother?
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To : Al the TRAITOR (+xxxxxxxx744)
From : Edward Elric (+xxxxxxxx311)
You traitor.
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
Ayyyyyy Roy! Guess who just caught the latest news from the water-cooler?
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
Stop texting me everytime the web is down, Maes. I’ve got assignments to grade.
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
C’mon, why so salty? Okay then, my fault. But a heavy nosebleed, Roy? Seriously?
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
SHUT. UP.
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
Oooouch! It’s alright, Roy-boy. Even without that, we all have seen your little crush on her already. Believe me, it’s reciprocal.
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
That’s none of your business.
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
How rude! I’m serious, tho—you two keep getting closer day by day ever since she joined this school. You two are, like, what did Breda say? Oh—like an asymptote. Keep getting closer, never find each others. Seriously, does ‘commitment’ sound that frightening to you? As ‘asking her out’ does?
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
Me? Afraid to ask a woman out? Please. Reality check, I’ve got more experiences than you. Well, she just happened to be my professor’s daughter so I also have to include that into my calculations and believe me, Berthold Hawkeye is not a chill man.
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
I call bullshit. You barely have a business with him nowadays after you got your master degree.
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
Take it or leave it.
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
Well if you think you’re that great at dealing with women, gimme a prove.
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
Aren’t my weekly dates enough?
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
No. Your aunt’s café workers are hardly dates. Show me the real thing—like, land a date with Olivier Armstrong before the end of this month, and I will believe it. I will even make your skill widely acknowledged. Heck, just tell me what you want.
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
Maes, you’re lunatic. You know the not-so-pleasant little story between us. What if I fail? What if I got my neck cracked?
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
Well, if that’s not possible, it can’t be helped—then just ask Rizzie out for a date. Deal?
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
And if I refuse?
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
I will inform Bradley that almost a third of your presence in the daily attendance list are fraudulent. Poor little Fuery could lose his job for manipulating them at your insistent request, right?
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To : Hughes, Maes (+xxxxxxxx138)
From : Roy Mustang (+xxxxxxxxx489)
…you’re impossible.
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To : Roy boy (+xxxxxxxxx489)
From : Maes Hughes (+xxxxxxxx138)
I’ll take that as a yes, then. Twenty two days from now. A fine date with the Armstrongs’ Lioness. Good luck, Mr. Gentleman.
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To be continued
(Uploaded this chapter one day erlier since pretty sure I won’t have enough time for it tomorrow—tomorrow we’re gonna feast! Yay!)
…that was rather… blunt? And I don’t even have anything to say aside from thanking you guys for sticking around! I mean 24 followers? Whoa! Thank you, really. I mean it.
This chapter was necessary but I just lack the idea for more humor. Seems that writer’s block and the weekly-update schedule are starting to get their toll on me!
Really, I’m sorry for this chapter and I hope that the incoming chapter(s) could make it up for this! DX
Even so, kindly review?
(P.s Hughes is still the biggest Royai shipper—he only tried a different approach to push his bestie!)
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