AN: The heck. I was bored.
Disclaimers: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. See? That's how bored I am. Usually I'd write something exciting or cool for a disclaimer, but today I'm so bored I wrote, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. Yeah. Whatever.
Hungry. So very hungry.
Huuuuuuunnnngggrryyyyyyyyyy.
Rumble rumble rumble.
Must eat. Need to eat. That rock there looks tasty. Maybe I could… No, Lust said not too. Too much "I-Urn" in it, bad for me. What is "I-Urn"? Must go eat, so very hungry…
Gluttony stared blankly around the room, his mouth sucking hungrily at his finger. Food, food, fooood. Where is it? Where is it? The homunculus wandered dazedly, looking with unusual hawk-like precision for any scrap or morsel that could be excused as food.
A door creaked. Envy walked in the room, wearing the form of an old man. The homunculus quickly transformed into its favorite form, a young man with long palm-tree hair.
"Envy," said Gluttony. "I'm hungry." His stomach gurgled, on queue.
Envy's eyes squinted with annoyance. "Don't bother me," he said. "Go annoy Lust or something."
Gluttony would have objected, but he remembered Envy's uncanny strength and backed away. Turning around, he sniffed the air, looking for Lust's scent. Rock scent, Envy's scent, fresh air scent that attached itself to Envy, rock, rock… there we go. Lust. Gluttony lumbered through the dimly lit hallway to find Lust.