[This is shouted at literally anyone within the immediate vicinity before a little boy in a purple suit, bounding on all fours, hits the floor once and then LAUNCHES HIMSELF CLEAR TO THE CEILING LIKE A BOTTLE-ROCKET.]
[Where he smacks off the glass (thank god it's NASA-quality material designed to withstand whatever bullshit the entirety of a Fourth Wall crowd can dish out to it) and goes sailing off in some other direction, hair streaming behind him like an ugly cape.]
[Homunculus strength and reduced gravity is a potent recipe for disaster. Or at least bodily injury and a lot of dents in the wall.]
[B) DORM/SLEEPING AREA, ANY TIME. DAY OR NIGHT.]
[Wrath has been jumping on the bed for like eighteen straight minutes and shows no sign of stopping.]
[God help whoever has the bed underneath him.]
[Or, frankly, anywhere around him.]
[C) ARCADE]
[It's hard to notice, at first. For one thing, all the bright flashing lights and loud electronic noises are pretty distracting to begin with, and for another, with all that hair he honestly doesn't look too out of place in there.]
[But once it's seen, it can't be unseen.]
[Inside the crane-game machine, between a large Tangela Kooshball and a Substitute plush, beaming happily through the glass with a mouth full of wolfish teeth, is Wrath.]
Wrath | Fullmetal Alchemist 2003
LOOK!
[This is shouted at literally anyone within the immediate vicinity before a little boy in a purple suit, bounding on all fours, hits the floor once and then LAUNCHES HIMSELF CLEAR TO THE CEILING LIKE A BOTTLE-ROCKET.]
[Where he smacks off the glass (thank god it's NASA-quality material designed to withstand whatever bullshit the entirety of a Fourth Wall crowd can dish out to it) and goes sailing off in some other direction, hair streaming behind him like an ugly cape.]
[Homunculus strength and reduced gravity is a potent recipe for disaster. Or at least bodily injury and a lot of dents in the wall.]
[B) DORM/SLEEPING AREA, ANY TIME. DAY OR NIGHT.]
[Wrath has been jumping on the bed for like eighteen straight minutes and shows no sign of stopping.]
[God help whoever has the bed underneath him.]
[Or, frankly, anywhere around him.]
[C) ARCADE]
[It's hard to notice, at first. For one thing, all the bright flashing lights and loud electronic noises are pretty distracting to begin with, and for another, with all that hair he honestly doesn't look too out of place in there.]
[But once it's seen, it can't be unseen.]
[Inside the crane-game machine, between a large Tangela Kooshball and a Substitute plush, beaming happily through the glass with a mouth full of wolfish teeth, is Wrath.]
[He did it.]
[He's in.]
I'm gonna win a fire engine!