Meow
"Arrrg!"
Al looked up, saw his brother and then discreetly hid the cute calico kitten in his chest. There was some use to being an empty seven foot armour it seemed. Then crafting his voice so it sounded confused, but concerned he murmured, "What's the matter Brother?"
"Mustang! Dirty rotten scum bag bastard!"
Ah, Al thought, it was back to the Colonel. He watched Ed fume, throw a pillow at a lamp and make a mess of their rooms. "Do you want tacos tonight?"
Ed seemed to wilt beneath his eyes. "Al!" He wailed, "It's horrible, horrible! How can you think of tacos at a time like this?" He begged, then frowned, "But yes, tacos sound great."
"What happened Brother?"
"It was all Mustang's fault! How was a supposed to know it was going to rain today?" Ed ranted.
Al looked outside and decided not to comment on weather reports, the humidity of the past couple days and the huge dark clouds. "The rain Brother?"
"Yes," he mumbled, "My feet got a bit muddy and then I accidently contaminated a crime scene. Er... After letting the criminal escape. But it wasn't my fault, I didn't do it intentionally!"
There silence, which a small meow emerges from. Ed closes his eyes and Al is in anxious waiting, "Is that all Brother?"
Closing his eyes, Ed shakes his head, a small blush covering his cheeks. "No..." Al is still looking at him. Ed starts coughing, the blush intensifying. "I kinda... wentintothewomen'schangeroomandtherewerepantiesandiwasjustcuriousnotperverted."
For a while Al didn't utter a word. "Oh. So, the women were angry." Ed nods shortly, fingering his sore and bumpy head.
"I hate Mustang, I'm not a perverted moron like him, panting after every pretty woman I meet! There are -meow- legitimate re -meow- asons why that man -meow- needs to be locked -meow- up!" His eyes rest on Al. "Meow, Al?"
"Meow Brother."
Ed sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Only for tonight brother..."