"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
"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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Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
"Then I'm gonna rule the world, too," Maes replied, because he and Roy always did everything together.
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
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.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
"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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There was a loud crack, like the sound of several chopsticks simultaneously being snapped in two, followed by the sound of something heavy falling, the object hitting the ground so hard the earth literally shook beneath Ed's feet.
He just carries himself with a certain atmosphere, one that feels like splinters of buildings falling off walls and landing broken or the smell of roasted flesh.
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
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.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.
"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?"
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
Roy was silent when Maes came back several minutes later. If he heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom, he didn't say.
"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?"
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.
"Well... Brother does that, every so often. He really should think before he tries to attack people."
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
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.
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.
It wasn't easy to imagine how he had been mistaken, because Al could swear that even from a distance, a hanged man looked very different from a tent post.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
She moves the king again, to its last optional safe square and murmurs, "I'll admit this is not how I envisioned my first night on the battlefield."
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.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
It was getting kind of depressing, though, by the time the color red alone would make him wonder about the child; the flash of a cardinal, a sprig of bright berries, the gaudiness of nighttime tavern lights, and the scarlet lipstick of bar women.
PR, we need PR, he kept telling himself, but at this point he didn't think he could string more than two sentences together.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
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.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
Today I saw the god of fire, Roy writes in his notebook, knowing he will never be believed.
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
I didn't know on the phone. I didn't know on the train.
"You'll be up against the wall before you know it, Mustang, right where you belong, eating the bullets of a firing squad for breakfast."
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
Even though she wasnít an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
"Don't go to sleep," he murmurs into Ed's hair, and thinks of their mother, long ago, telling a story about spinning straw into gold.