Comedy, slapstick, and (sometimes) bad puns.
Ed shrugged, although his expression suggested he was trying to keep from being too smug about beating a man almost twice his age.
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
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.
Etiquette doesn't quite cover situations like this one.
If armor could narrow its eyes, Ed knew Al would have been doing so.
"Just talking and showing won't help much. He needs to try things before he can get them right."
The first thing he was aware of when the aftershocks faded was an automail hand on his throat.
"I like you a lot Al. I really do. It's just... you are kind of intimidating..." and seven feet tall, made of metal and a boy...
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
“Brother, don’t be ungrateful! Ling is trying very hard to teach you proper use of the Xingian language!”
Typical Ed; overprotective, hypocritical, condescending, and for some reason fundamentally incapable of treating Al as an equal.
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
With two younger sisters himself, he knew well that siblings quarreled, but never to this extent.
Al decided he didn't like that particular grin on his brother's face.
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.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
"Well... Brother does that, every so often. He really should think before he tries to attack people."
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"
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.
And then the Words were coming again, maddening addiction crawling straight down inside, making him itch, making him want.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
Unexpectedly, the door flew open with a loud bang, steps sounded on the tile, and a very familiar, very cranky voice said...
Sometimes he outright disappeared for hours, leaving Al feeling panicked.
Okay, his hair wasn't brushed, and it had been a while since he'd gotten a bath, but he didn't think it was anything to blush at.
"What do you mean, you're PREGNANT?" Ed yelled through the door.
Ed looked down at the camera again, and smiled an evil, evil smile.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
He was just contemplating a launch, kick and a dash for the window when Armstrong's hands closed in his hair.
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.
The Colonel narrowly saved himself the disgrace of fumbling for Edward's name (Id? Alex? Eowan?) by resorting, once again, to his title.
The Colonel's staff next door ignored the pleas for help and gunshots.
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
"...Sir..." he tried, beginning to compose himself again. "Don't you think...ah...that this isn't very professional of either of us?"
"You know we need to catch that train to Central, and you were being unreasonable. If we're late getting back again, General Mustang's going to have a fit."
That was the problem with girls these days... they just didn't know how to deal with a little pain.
... 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.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
"So," said Ling. "I was thinking, perhaps my father can buy out Ed's contract."
"Go back to sleep, Mustang," Ed answers absently, flipping the page.
"I am not obsessed with Edward Elric!"
Really, who said that a woman's sex life had to end at 60? An experienced woman had a lot to offer, and Pinako was quite, quite experienced.