A/N: Well, I'm not sure how I came up with this. I was cutting the grass, minding my own buisness, and this pops up in my head. Werid how things work, isn't it? Okay, now, ignore logic and get rid of that serious mood. This is weird, this is random, this is reflecting's drabbles Oo

Drabbles

Come 'holla at me

It had started out as a bad day for Edward. He didn't want to admit it, but it disturbed him more than just a little. Because the reason it had started as a bad day wasn't just because he couldn't find his other sock, or that he suddenly came to the realization that he wasn't alone in bed. The latter often followed by lots of scratches and Alphonse sudden disappearance.

No, those weren't the reasons. It was rather a small matter, but you know Edward, anything considered small is just as big of a problem as a large one if the small problem is actually called small. Of course, it has to have something to do with him if he was to concern himself with the size. And this particular thing had, indeed, everything to do with him. And Colonel Roy Mustang, which only made matters worse in Edward's opinion. He didn't like to be connected to that mutt, and he certainly didn't like it when it was literally.

"YOU BASTARD!" Edward yelled. He was at his limit; the line was crossed; the cup full to the bridge and starting to overflow. Mustang had had the nerve to call him cute and adorable. The man was going down, Edward thought with a growl.

"What?" Roy asked innocently. "I only ever speak the truth, Edo-kun."

Sweet Lord, did he just wink right now?? Edward gaped and stood speechless for a while. The moment was interrupted by a loud bang. Smoke filled the room, and Edward felt something hard hit his knee. Wincing, he fell down just in time to avoid a bullet flying above his head. He didn't notice, but focused on the pain in his leg. Damn that bastard, he'd just hit him!!

"You alright?" the older man asked, kneeling down by the fuming Elric as the smoke began to settle. Riza Hawkeye appeared; gun held high.

"I am so sorry sir! The man just ducked and…Edward?"

"You fucking bastard," Edward mumbled, shaking away the hand Mustang had placed on his shoulder.

"Ah, Riza! Ed here just came by, see, no terrorist here," Roy explained to the confused woman. Nodding, she apologised to Ed before leaving.

"Well?" Roy said, looking over to Edward as he stood.

"What?" he snarled. "You expect me to say 'thanks for hitting on me'?"

"…."

"IDIOT I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!"