Ed opened the door to his and Roy's shared apartment to find that the lights were already on. He checked his pocket watch with his free hand, seeing as how the other one was holding bags of groceries. 8:45 in the morning. And Roy was already up? 'What a freak,' Ed thought, forgetting that he, himself, had been up since six.
He set the bags on the dining room table and listened closely, hearing something coming from another room in the apartment. What was it?
"Music?" Ed frowned, walking through the different rooms. He found that the bedroom door was already opened, so he slid through the crack and nearly collapsed into hysterical laughter at the sight before him.
Roy Mustang was dancing to Thriller, and very badly, at that. Ed shrieked with laughter, sinking down to his knees. He snorted loudly, causing Roy to jump and turn around. His face turned as red as a tomato.
"Ed! I - I didn't hear you come in," Roy stated, scratching the back of his head. He dove for the radio, smashing the "off" button, hastily.
"Oh my.... Fuck, Roy. That was hilarious," Ed wiped away his tears of laughter as he continued to snort.
"It wasn't that funny...." Roy grumbled, walking out of the room, still blushing, furiously.
Ed teased the man from that day forward - all day, every day. It never got old, and it never failed to cheer him up when he was feeling down. Roy never danced again.
(A/N: I'm sorry. XD I was listening to Michael Jackson's "Thriller", and I couldn't help myself. I love reviews. No CC or flames, please. This was just for laughs. Sorry if you didn't find it funny; I sure as hell did!)