I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
"What the fuck?!" Edward Elric stared at his superior in complete shock and humiliation. The office residents looked up at the blond with surprise.
"I only need you to take my laundry and paperwork." Mustang said bluntly and added, with just a hint of smugness, "You're stepping into the role of a simple-minded delivery boy."
"And if I refuse?"
"I'll reprimand you." Mustang's too impatient today to be tolerant of Ed's childish behavior. He wrote down the location of his drycleaner and the Führer. "This order includes important documents." He handed the addresses to Ed. "Even though I haven't made the command official yet, I can."
"You're gonna use authority to get your way?"
"Glad you caught on. I'm too busy to do everything today and need a little kid to manipulate."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING LITTLE! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA SAY NEXT? 'PIPSQUEAK?!' 'RUNT?!'"
"Just take my clothes and paper and beat it! I'm not interested in your rants!"
Grabbing the two bags Mustang handed him, Ed tramped out the office door.
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"You did what!?" Al shouted at his brother, an hour later, when Ed told him his story. Several passengers on their speeding train glared at them with distaste.
"Calm down, Al. The bastard can't court martial me any time soon."
"Besides," Ed continued with a brutal laugh, "he should be more specific next time and tell me that he wanted the paperwork, not his G-strings, to get to the Führer."
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Moral of Story: Never mess with Edward Elric.
I love writing these. XD