"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
He would have killed, before a nonexistent God and Winry, to be that goddamn spatula.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
She looked the wire over for a minute, noting where the insulation had been stripped away for retuning, then tugged it gently, careful not to pull too hard.
"I'm not being forced out of another home. They won't be here long, and it's not like they'll be looking for us."
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
He can do the math; he knows that with two of them and only one of her, there's no good way for things to come out even.
She preferred mechanical work for just that reason; at least you knew with relative certainty what automail was going to do when you did something to it.
They wouldn't be leaving until well after sunset, trusting Al to guide them through the dense thicket of sassafras and witch hazel to the road.
It didn't fool Al one bit when his brother tried to sneak into their dorm room long after curfew, but that didn't stop Ed from trying.
"Don't look so downcast!" orders Mustang, grinning maniacally. "Our honour is at stake! Don't let me down! Sometimes you just have to take one for the team!"
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Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
"I am using this spirit gum to stick this necklace over my tattoo. Now stop poking your nose down my cleavage and give me some privacy, Envy."
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
"YOU HAVE JUST INTERRUPTED AN IMPORTANT TRIP. IF YOU WISH TO NOT BE BEATEN WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE, YOU BETTER ABANDON THE TRAIN RIGHT NOW!"
He had believed, until that moment, that he had moved beyond carnal wants and human feelings.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
It was growing to be habit, restless energy that ran under his skin after she'd just ran her hands over it.
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Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
Al knew better than anyone that Ed, if he put his mind to it, could do anything, and a little thing like missing limbs wasn't going to stop him.
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
"No one shuns their duty in Xing," she said, firmly and leaving no room to brook argument, the way her elders had always passed the maxim to her.
But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
He underestimates the little things, like how long it will take him to put his socks on in the morning, and she comes up the stairs when breakfast is long since over to find him crouched over a torn stocking, blinking back furious tears...
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
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More than once she thought she half-saw a face in the leaves, formed by a trick of light and shadow, and her steps grew languid and slow.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
It's not the same at all when the patient choking back cries of pain and thrashing against the straps is her friend and playmate and brother.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
Nothing made sense anymore.
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
He wanted to be able to do something like that; tangle limbs and lips and know what it was like to not have a responsibility.
But they were no longer young, and they no longer lived together, and Al wouldn't embarrass his brother in front of their hosts by trying to take care of him.