He always put his tongue in his cheek when he fired his weapon, and bit down when he grimaced at the aftermath.
Roy's breath took a holiday at the beach for approximately 30 seconds, the longest it had ever left him alone.
You want to break him just once; see what he really is beneath that cool exterior.
"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."
He could imagine the words Fix typed as coming from his brother, and it afforded him a little bit of indulgence in his horrible, sinful, uncontrollable urges.
His first thought was that there was something fundamentally and frighteningly wrong with him.
It doesn’t disappoint, never does; Ed is standing on the corner when the car arrives, all sharp moody edges and obtrusively coloured blue shorts.
You had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
Ed should have remembered this from that month on the island, back when he was a kid: you can only be in the great outdoors so long before you start dreaming of hot showers. And of dumping the people you're travelling with in them.
There was no question that the very act of living in this world was to be in exile.
"Are you saying," Al inquired, slowly, "that you never believed that I didn't blame you?"
Al turned out to be damnably difficult to seduce, but Roy wasn't about to back down from the challenge.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
He gently turned Ed's head so that he faced the camera, and with just a little luck, Ling would catch that amazing expression Ed always had when he came.
He realized for the first time that Edward, who he was used to seeing shadowed by blood and sweat and his own private sorrows, was actually beautiful.
"No funny business!" Ed thundered, not fooled for one minute by that innocent look.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
This was getting crazy. He knew that his college years ran equivalent with his sexual peak, but honestly?
After the fighting was over, and the chaos afterwards, and after that the longer, slower process of establishing a semblance of order and calm, they finally got to the good part. Which was to say, the partying.
As always, there was a spark of hope in the younger Elric's expression, and it dug its claws into him as it had every day for the past eight months.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
Staring, he couldn't tell the difference aside the eyes, aside from the cloudy sunlight of his hair, just a whisper darker than his beloved's.
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
"Don't worry," Greed had whispered. "I'll take care of your little death."
But suddenly, when Al had his body back, it was like picking up an old book and learning something new.
"Oh, hello, brother." Alphonse flashed the smaller boy a smile, startled but pleased. "I didn’t hear you come outside."
It was a shame to mark the boy's pretty face so, but considering his abilities, prudent.
"I've never met a pair of virgins more ready to jump off the sexual deep end, and you are hung up on a little social rule?"
Ed frowned slightly; that thought pushed dangerously at the border of sappiness.
"So," said Ling. "I was thinking, perhaps my father can buy out Ed's contract."
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because that’s how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.
"You just can't get enough punishment, can you, you little masochist?"
"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."
"If you are going to keep pets, you are going to have to take care of them."
And then the Words were coming again, maddening addiction crawling straight down inside, making him itch, making him want.
There were three ways to identify the Fullmetal Alchemist, wherever he went.
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
They were not used to being alone and when they were together they were not.
At a large mahogany desk, polished to an almost jewel-like shine, sat Colonel Edward Elric, who was deep into his paperwork. Or at least that is how he appeared.
He had to force himself to remember that he hadn't even known what Alphonse had been like in the flesh, but he was fairly certain that he hadn't been a polished and polite doppelganger of his older brother.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
If it weren't for the expression, Roy would have assumed that Ed had been sparring with Al as they frequently did while he was away at work.
There were lines that should never be crossed and things one should never wish for, and sometimes even the best of intentions were not enough.
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.