Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
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.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
"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."
You could attribute it to teenage rebellion, if you liked, or to homunculus-hormones, which could be quite fierce, or heck, maybe she was just living up to her name.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
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.
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
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.
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.
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
Sometimes it was easy to forget she was a conscript. Other times, it was impossible.
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
It made only a semblance of sense, but she understood that the whole truth would be revealed when Ed could be led from this graveyard of the years he had lost.
"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."
It was kind of ironic, and kind of inconvenient, that Rush Valley, the capital city of automail, was also hot as hell for half the year.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
She stands beside him with her arms full of bandages, hoping the day he sees his own danger will come before the day he sets himself alight completely.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
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 was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
There's nothing wrong with his legs, at least — a sidestep to the right and two paces back and he'd be out the door, if it weren't shut.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
"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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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.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
He has lots of women like her, who would like to be his anchor, and too many of them confuse that for throwing themselves head first into the ocean.