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.
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
"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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It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
"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?"
Of all the castle's "guests," Roy was the only one not allowed to leave. Ever.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
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.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
They are his signposts and self-inscriptions, cordoning off the book as his own, as something he possesses.
"...That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
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.
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
Once you promised me that you would dance on my grave. I'm keeping you to that promise, you know.
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
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.
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.
It would be a shame if the future Fuhrer got himself killed over something as trivial as a chess game.
Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
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.
"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.
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.
ROY: [calmly] If drinking means acting like an idiot the way you are, I'm going to pass.
“Sir,” he says, and Roy could be imagining it, but he thinks Falman’s usually flat tone has a hint of panic in it. “Have you read this memo yet?”
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.
I didn't know on the phone. I didn't know on the train.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
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 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.
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
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."
Even though she wasn’t an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
"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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"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
Only some things, he knew, could be repaired. Not every broken sword could be re-forged.
"Then I'm gonna rule the world, too," Maes replied, because he and Roy always did everything together.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.