"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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There were plenty of reasons she might have had two strapping policemen in her apartment first thing in the morning, but none of them involved a tiny, grouchy kid sitting at her kitchen table and scratching the dirt out of the woodgrain with his thum
He recalled lifting it cautiously up to his nose, and then back away from the stinging, spicy herbs along with the smouldering scent of tobacco.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
He hadn't asked Hughes to follow him to this place.
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.
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.
Today I saw the god of fire, Roy writes in his notebook, knowing he will never be believed.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
He has seen the desert. Seen her scorched and scarred beneath his steady hands. Stepped in her tattered remains, tasted her ashes with every breath.
Well, it sure looks like the rumors were true about Wednesday nights, Ed thought, easing inconspicuously along the edges of the room.† But I never knew so many soldiers were gay.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
I didn't know on the phone. I didn't know on the train.
"Well... Brother does that, every so often. He really should think before he tries to attack people."
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
He gently turned Ed's head so that he faced the camera, and with just a little luck, Ling would catch that amazing expression Ed always had when he came.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
PR, we need PR, he kept telling himself, but at this point he didn't think he could string more than two sentences together.
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.
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
Roy was silent when Maes came back several minutes later. If he heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom, he didn't say.
Around when the hour of nine rolls up to the door, fat as a bellied barfly, Roy has already taken his jacket off the hook and has gone outside to walk.
If Ed had his way, his allowance (and all of Roy's salary) would be spent entirely on the most expensive brand of dog food to have ever existed.
Roy Mustang was shipped back home last week. Neat as a parcel of vegetables with the stamp upside-down on the crate.
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
Roy could've sworn First Lieutenants existed only to invent torture methods for Colonels, but he wasn't about to say that one out loud.
It does not occur to him until later — years later — that this might be considered a case of sexual abuse.
According to Hughes, Major Mustang was close to promotion and as his subordinate, it was her prerogative to try and help him to reach the next rung of the ladder.
"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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...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
"When you put it that way--" Roy conceded. "But it does seem improbable. You promised me a murderer, but are you so sure that it was no accident?"
He decided, then, quite firmly, that he wasn't ever going to drink coffee again, with anybody. It was too risky.
Even so, you still are a manipulative bastard.
Only some things, he knew, could be repaired. Not every broken sword could be re-forged.