Roy mused on something he thought he would never think about. Hairstyles.
When he was a teenager, he had a thing for brunettes, but more and more these days, he felt himself drawn to blondes. The way that yellow hair caught the light was enthralling to him. When a few strands escaped from being pulled back and drifted around the face, he couldn't help staring. Whether the hair framed warm brown eyes, or piercing amber ones.
He smiled vaguely to himself. Gold was a highly prized element. Highly sought after.
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91 words! My all-time... low? This is going to be a series of Royai and RoyEd drabbles. Yes! Highly controversial, but it can be done! gasp Dun-dun-DUN! If you want to avoid one or the other, I'll put the pairing as the chapter title, Okay? Thank you!