On Thursdays, Riza Hawkeye usually skipped the morning work and went to the office at noon.
They could profane the inner sanctum; it would be a perfect cat burglary. Her father would never know a thing.
Dodge or block, it was still a whirlwind of events that could end up with him either winning or losing.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
Once you promised me that you would dance on my grave. I'm keeping you to that promise, you know.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
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
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
He doesn't look anything like Roy, and she's not sure if that's good or bad.
You've only been awake for thirty-six hours, staged a coup, fought a bunch of monsters and nearly died a few times. It's not as if you've had a tough day.
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"...That is an order, Fullmetal, and I will have you court-martialed if you refuse."
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.
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
He decided, then, quite firmly, that he wasn't ever going to drink coffee again, with anybody. It was too risky.
It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
“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?”
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
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"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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"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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Yes, something was amiss, and Roy Mustang was going to find out what.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
He even dragged out his Best Manners for the occasion, the ones his mother had taught him so long ago.
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.
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
I didn't know on the phone. I didn't know on the train.
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.
"When I walked in on you in the bath, Edward, I wasn't expecting Al to be there too."
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
"Well... Brother does that, every so often. He really should think before he tries to attack people."
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.
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.
"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."
"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.
It does not occur to him until later — years later — that this might be considered a case of sexual abuse.
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.
Even so, you still are a manipulative bastard.
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
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.
Even though she wasn’t an alchemist, alchemy tended to stake a claim on all who were associated with it.
Roy Mustang was shipped back home last week. Neat as a parcel of vegetables with the stamp upside-down on the crate.