"Who's so short a butterfly could eat him in one bite?!"
Alphonse cringed, partially from the sudden -- though not unexpected -- shout, partially from embarassment; his older brother got more ridiculous each time someone said something about his height, or lack thereof. Most unfortunately, Colonel Mustang seemed to take perverse enjoyment in aggravating the shor-- smal-- vertically challenged alchemical genius.
"Oh, I don't know about that, Fullmetal." The smirk widened on the aforementioned Colonel's face. "It might be asking too much of that butterfly to see you."
"You...!"
"Good day, Fullmetal, Alphonse. You are dismissed." Roy shooed the brothers out of his office, shutting the door behind them. "By the way, Fullmetal, getting eaten by a butterfly is no excuse not to show up for work tomorrow."
