Comedy, slapstick, and (sometimes) bad puns.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
The kid is easily recognizable by his golden hair and eyes, his automail arm and leg, and the obvious chip on the shoulder.
Gloved hands shot out and grabbed the book in question, dragging it off the shelf and holding it to the light.
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
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.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
... and the moral of the story is - well, I guess there's no moral to this story, it's just a bunch of stuff that happened. Kind of like the rest of this movie.
"You. Boy by the window who's been doodling all the way through. What would be the result of this equation?"
"It was a while ago," he offered nervously. "Before your time. He's, uh, well, he was a persistent bastard, and... You're not mad, are you?"
He lay back on the couch (in Roy Mustang's office, where else?) and declared , "I'm not wearing this."
Winry was ten when her grandmother commented that she already needed training bras.
The magazine told him he was doing it all wrong. First, it said he was boring. Then, it said he was bad in bed. Next, it said he was inconsiderate. After that, it told him he was gullible.
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
The kid had said she was into ... different things, but in all his years Greed could not recall ever having found eggs a helpful sex aide.
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
"Shut up. Don't say anything. I made you food, and there's beer in the icebox, and happy fucking Oktoberfest."
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
"Colonel, if I may ask... what is a cat, to be more precise, a kitten doing in the office?"
It started with Ling's lips simply pressed up against Ed's. Well, of course it did. That was how kisses sort of went, but this was, well, a bit surprising.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
"I remember the flavor too; it was strawberry. It's still his favorite."
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
"Stupid bullies," Ed grumbled, limping for a few steps before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to be feeling it. "Call me a girl, will they?"
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
"Can't you forget what you read for a few minutes, and just... you know... go with the flow?"
He mostly trusted his brother to be able to put a nearly-three-year-old to bed by himself, but...Al should probably check, just to be sure.
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The Colonel's staff next door ignored the pleas for help and gunshots.
"You aren't Envy, are you? Because if you are, I'll kick your ass and find out what you've done with my brother."
He was looking forward to the prospect of a hot meal in the cafeteria; even if it wasn't exactly home cooking, at least it was hot, and it was fresh.
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
Ed frowned slightly; that thought pushed dangerously at the border of sappiness.
Now Ed was into his favorite mode, bitch-at-the-bastard-father-who-ditched-us.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
"That's what you said last time. And the time before that. And," he added, dragging the feather upward with maddening slowness, "The time before that."
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.
"Yeah. Him again. The Colonel doesn't know when to quit, does he?"
...it's making up for years with a date and flowers by alternately giving her the good, and then the bad, and then the good, and then the bad, and then the horrible.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
And then the Words were coming again, maddening addiction crawling straight down inside, making him itch, making him want.
"All this will do is give your soul access to the feelings that should be in your body right now, just like a normal teenage boy."