Comedy, slapstick, and (sometimes) bad puns.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
This would be so much easier if he could just refuse the man to his face.
One day Edward was out kicking the crap out of those damn Homunculus with Al...
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.
Fullmetal smiled a long, slow smile, the sort that promised evil things were in the near future, and put his boots up on Roy's desk.
He didn't die of natural causes, oh no — the old man clung to life tenaciously.
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.
Are those little flamels on his pajamas? Where the hell does he shop, Alchemist Cliches 'R Us?
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
While Al couldn't say he approved, he was certain the Colonel wasn't stupid enough to try anything with Ed on a first date.
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...
Ed shrugged, although his expression suggested he was trying to keep from being too smug about beating a man almost twice his age.
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.
The door opened, and all the energy Ed had been ready to put towards transmuting the door into a pile of sticks drained out of him through his feet.
Schezcka pushed her glasses up, using the glass reflection to hide her eyes.
It was honestly not a kiss.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
High school and sexuality are hard enough to deal with, without adding high explosives to the mix.
With two younger sisters himself, he knew well that siblings quarreled, but never to this extent.
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
There was a crunching noise from Roy's direction, as of teeth biting through the edge of a porcelain cup.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.
His brother was brilliant at many things, but finances were not one of them.
That was the problem with girls these days... they just didn't know how to deal with a little pain.
"Al," Ed said seriously and leaned forward to look up into his brother's glowing eyes, "if he had mind control powers, you would tell me, right?"
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
He read his father's old, dog-eared textbooks, fascinated by the mechanics of alchemy.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you, Brother," Al said loyally, and Ed scowled.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
"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."
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
... 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.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
rated:K | M+F S+S | Fullmetal | mid-series | First Place, Het & Non-Het | Green Lion Winner | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | angst | humor | sweet | Elric Kyoudai | 354th FG HQ | 2004 First Kiss, Non-Het
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
"We ought to have a toast," Ed says, frowning into the depths of his bottle. "They always do when they're having a drink in someone's memory."
... 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...
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
He was, to sum up, a pretty unpleasant guy to have at the head of your department in the holiday season.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
The logical thing was that brother defer to brother, who would have thought in this one instance that selfishness would rear its head?
"Just talking and showing won't help much. He needs to try things before he can get them right."
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.