This is the love child of the upcoming SAT and study hall. Also my very first ever non-school-related piece, so please be nice. Oh, and this be RoyEd, light, but boy/boy nevertheless, please don't read if you will be offended and will flame.
"spoken"
thoughts
action
On with the story!
"Roy."
. . . sounds like Ed
"Rooy."
. . . . . please no. early. need sleep
"Roy, wake up dammit!"
"hm?"
"Roy, where's my shirt?"
shirt? "hmm?"
"The black one, with the clasp at the top."
That shirt! Why does he want it? So very sexy with no shirt "mhmm."
"Where is it?"
"incomprehensible grumbling"
"Roy….."
He's getting irritated smirk
"Don't make me call Alphonse."
Armor equals big hurt. "Down in the dining room."
And with that said, Edward left the drowsy Roy to claim his shirt. Roy, however, was grinning like a loon imagining the unfolding scene.
"WHAT THE HELL IS IT DOING ON THE CHANDELIER?"
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