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This would be so much easier if he could just refuse the man to his face.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
This is the most perplexing part, for Edward, because often he thinks, how in the hell did I end up with…?
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
The room had gotten hot and stuffy, and there was sweat on both of his hands, though the sheen on the automail had not come from his own body.
"I must savor every moment of every love letter I recieve to do the sender justice," Mustang said, before proceeding to open the letter.
"Ah, Alphonse-kun, I was wondering when you would wake up."
"This one's for you, Al." Edward swore, raised the glass to his lips, and braced for the impact.
The house rumbled gently, as a cat purrs, and Alphonse tied off the braid, pressing his hands to Edward's scalp one more time before dropping them to his side.
Somehow, this volunteer assignment wasn't starting out exactly the way she'd hoped it would.
Ed imagined Al's expression would look something like Fletcher's did right now.
"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!"
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
Wasn't young love grand, perfect as crystal, flawless as the summer overtures?
There was a lot to be said for experimentation, Ed thought later, when Al was curled up in his arms as Winry fussed in the bathroom.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
The tree was wobbly, but with a few kicks and shoves Ed got it to stand up in the corner by the window.
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Anything, she reflected, is worth seeing you so genuinely happy.
Apparently, years of stress had jaded Ed into thinking that if things were looking good now, then something terrible must be around the corner.
A hand was extended, and he finally, finally took it, even if he didn't use it to pull himself up.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
Alphonse washed, and Edward dried (owing to the automail; safer not to submerge), and between the two of them the stack eventually diminished.
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Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
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 say that a wizard lives in the log cabin, on the other side of the dark woods and the silver river.
"Of course, that depends how you define cruel," he adds, amused.
She laughs to see the grand scholar on his stomach on the floor of the living room, reading his sons a fairy tale from a fat little book.
... to prove his point, he wields his tongue as he would a pen, hastily spelling out the letters P-E-R-V-E-R-T with his saliva...
"Are you saying," Al inquired, slowly, "that you never believed that I didn't blame you?"
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
Ed was normally a cheerful, friendly drunk, thank goodness, but the slightest hint of reproach or anger on Al's part would send Ed into a crashing depression.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
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."