"Fuhrer my ass," Edward said. "He's still nothing but a perverted old man."
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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She hated being idle; it ranked far above the petty pain of a mere gunshot-wound in her personal list of annoyances.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
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Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
"You'd think the Colonel would have plenty of experience in dealing with irate brothers by now."
"You paid for him to have sex?" Mustang says incredulously, putting his pen down on the table top and shoving the form away. "You bought him a prostitute?"
"Don't look so downcast!" orders Mustang, grinning maniacally. "Our honour is at stake! Don't let me down! Sometimes you just have to take one for the team!"
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He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
Ed looked down at the camera again, and smiled an evil, evil smile.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
"Damn well better be--I bought 'em two days ago and I'm not keeling over yet. Got any dry ones on you?"
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
Brother likes to pretend that he doesn't care what goes on in the military unless it directly affects him. Or, you know, directly offends him. One or the other.
While the Chief practices his best vengeful face and looks up the recipe for a fake corpse in some freaky alchemy cookbook, Breda and the rest of Team Mustang get to deal with the really annoying bits of this operation.
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
Besides, no one ever said that tumultuous times had to begin with a fanfare.
"Colonel, if I may ask... what is a cat, to be more precise, a kitten doing in the office?"
It took you long enough to make your call. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten how to work a phone.
"I'm going to plant a few solid pounds of Risembool milled steel right in her catty, smirking face is what I'm going to do!"
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
Are you listening to me, Lieutenant Hawkeye?
Mustang's men watched her warily from their desks, all twitchy and afraid to meet her eye. That was good: nervous dogs were easier to train.
"Our boy here hasn't done a lick of work since eleven am, and she hasn't noticed at all. D'you think she's in love?"
"Each State Alchemist gets two subordinates; one foot soldier and one sniper," the General droned, organizing the files into a neater state in their folder and walking over to hand them to Mustang.
After so many years in the dark, Edward Elric had discovered he had a libido after all, and it was unfortunately exacting its frustrated vengeance upon one Alphonse Elric.
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
Sergeant Broche smiled in frozen panic at the miniature devil that had cornered him in the officer's mess.
An alchemical reaction of the most ancient kind: sitting down to eat as though filling the stomach could replace the gap in one's heart.