Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
"GODDAMMIT, MUSTANG! WAS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO POST 'EDWARD ELRIC IS A SHORT SHRIMP.' ON EVERY ONE OF THE OFFICE DOORS? HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT I AM OF NORMAL HEIGHT, YOU POMPOUS JERK?"
Edward's eyes bulged out of his sockets comically, making the rest of his colleagues snicker.
"…"
"WHAT. NOW YOU'RE IGNORING ME? THAT'S JUST GREAT, YOU STUPID ASS."
The blonde's eyes brightened with rage, turning into molten gold, which he would have used to burn a hole into Mustang's head if it wasn't for all the stacks of paperwork in the way.
"…"
"HAH. I BET YOU DON'T HAVE A COMEBACK! RAN OUT OF ONE-LINERS, OLD MAN?"
"…"
"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT!"
Slamming his hands down onto the wooden desk, Edward Elric pushed all of the paperwork aside, scattering the documents (and earning a very rare, and infamous, death glare from the one and only Riza Hawkeye).
"WHY AREN'T YOU SAYING ANYTHING?"
Roy Mustang looked up from the paper he was signing suddenly, his eyes widening in shock and surprise.
"Fullmetal? What are you doing here?"
Edward breathed fire.
"I'VE BEEN HERE FOR THE PAST TEN MINUTES! HOW COULD YOU HAVE NOT SEEN ME, BASTARD?"
Roy's eyebrows, which were once drawn together in confusion, then flew up to his hairline before lowering to normal as he settled his face into his usual 'smug look', his signature smirk worming its way out.
"Sorry, Fullmetal, I guess I didn't see you through all that paperwork. You were saying something about your height?"
The look on Edward's face was priceless.
A/N:
Hee~ Just thought of making a short one-shot/long drabble. ^^
R&R if you're a procrastinator like me~ :D