Edward sat in the library, trying to pay attention to the large tome before him. However, that was kind of hard when a Maes Hughes was buzzing in your ear. The man prattled on and on and on about anything and everything and, don't get Ed wrong, Hughes was a great guy, but things could become head bangingly painful when the man brought out the arsenal of pictures. Seriously, where did he keep all of them? And how could he talk constantly? He was going a mile a minute and…
Wait a minute… What did Hughes just say?
Ed turned to the dark haired man in horror, "You want me to…ride Mustang?"
"Yeah! It could be loads of fun! We could ride mustang together!" Hughes said waaay too cheerfully.
Flames of embarrassment spread up his neck, to his cheeks, and even up to his ears. Ed dropped the book and flashed to his feet. "No. No, hell no." Then he walked away as fast as his mismatched legs could carry him.
Hughes pouted at Ed's departure and asked to no one in particular, "Why doesn't anyone want to go horse riding with me?"