Nyagosstar, aka *kee, has been tooling around various fandoms for the past ten years and until recently, thought she’d never write fanfic again. Then a little fandom called FMA came along and ate her brain.
Ed considered for a moment how much to share with the boy. Kids could be weird with what upset them, and Ed didn't want to lose his single ally in the neighborhood.
So, really, it was only fair that Ed's first, instinctive reaction when Roy hit the ground after slipping off the roof was to snort and tell him, "I told you so."
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
Someone had clearly forgotten to tell Roy that he was much better at starting fires than stopping them.
They'd been on the run so long, Ed had long since lost track of the last time he'd slept in a bed instead of in an abandoned barn, or under a hedge.
"They're human chimeras, Mr. Elric. Children, primarily, and they're violent."
"I have to spend a year at Northern Command, and you can't come with me."