Something to Talk About

"I suppose it would take a bigger man to understand my vision," Roy remarked off-handedly, and Edward saw red—but he took a couple of deep breaths before answering. He knew a real kicker now, thanks to Hawkeye.

"Well, a useless guy like you ..." he trailed off, and watched Mustang's ears turn red.

"Little boy."

"Useless bastard."

They glared at each other for a while, before finally Ed bristled, "Rematch?"

"Certainly, Fullmetal," Mustang twitched, his smile twisted. He pulled out a gloved hand, and Ed transmuted his arm.

The door opened.

"NOT in the office," Hawkeye said as she poked her head in, not even looking up from the report in her hands.

"... hai," sagged the Flame and Fullmetal Alchemists.