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Mustang's men watched her warily from their desks, all twitchy and afraid to meet her eye. That was good: nervous dogs were easier to train.
The idiot prince still couldn't be bothered to figure out the different notes and coins, probably because he'd never actually paid for anything in his life.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
The kid had said she was into ... different things, but in all his years Greed could not recall ever having found eggs a helpful sex aide.
It started with Ling's lips simply pressed up against Ed's. Well, of course it did. That was how kisses sort of went, but this was, well, a bit surprising.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
Between Ed's commanding presence and the fact that Al had been an impressively large suit of spiked armor, it had been hard to get to know him much.