"I'm going to plant a few solid pounds of Risembool milled steel right in her catty, smirking face is what I'm going to do!"
"Al," Ed said seriously and leaned forward to look up into his brother's glowing eyes, "if he had mind control powers, you would tell me, right?"
It really irritated him that he did have ten years of experience and Roy could look at him and drop his voice a little and Ed squirmed.
"Post break-up beer, all the way from Xing," Al grinned merrily. "Taken right off a cart heading for the royal court. See the lengths I go to to cheer you up?"
"You're getting quite the list," Roy said. "Not that I am any sort of advocate for monogamy, but you certainly are taking full advantage of playing the field."
Roy's breath took a holiday at the beach for approximately 30 seconds, the longest it had ever left him alone.
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
"You know what the problem with this world is," Edward started, and Alfons thought: here we go again.
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because thatís how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.
In the weeks that followed, the Major General begged, borrowed and stole minor assignments, anything to keep that brilliant mind occupied and the company close.
Ling tried to cover his way with sly smiles and clever lines; he played at being a fool (and did it very well), when he was anything but.
"I will teach you patience even it if kills me," Alfons gritted out. "Let me do this my way, you can give up control just for one act."
The logical thing was that brother defer to brother, who would have thought in this one instance that selfishness would rear its head?
"Half the time you get surprised it's with some shit you didn't even want, the other half of the time you get surprised, you barely avoid getting killed."
"Yeah, so I hear the best way to get anything out of you is by going through your pants," the boy said evenly.
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
There was no need to go rushing off into anything now that he had his flesh and memories back and life was becoming a living experience.
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
"You are the only one who has acknowledged me," she suddenly whispered , "since he's been gone."
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
It was, and he hated to admit it, an intriguing proposal. Ed wondered who the General had leaned on to get it written in just such a way to make his alchemic blood tingle.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
"All this whiny, pathetic, 'no-one-understands-me' bullshit was suppose to be over in my teens," he told the bottle angrily, "I'm suppose to be an adult now."