Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
Smug, he'd stayed just long enough to give his report and then had marched straight off to Resembool with Al lagging behind.
Al liked to think of Ling as a great big black cat, just coming in out of the cold and dark to snuggle up with a warm body and be petted.
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"Yeah," Fuery chips in, "you're always the one to stop Ed from doing weird stuff, not the other way around."
He's been after her since the day they met. He'd been a newly-made Major and, at the time, the youngest State Alchemist ever. She'd been a Colonel going on Brigadier General.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”