((Finally managed to write something decent-ish. It's still not that great, but after everything that happened yesterday, I really don't care. There was a bit of an incident involving an evil, evil media organizer that apparently decided to steal all my romanji-encoded UTAUloids' wav files, and after going through a lot of ridiculously complicated crap to figure out what was wrong and fix it, Aiko and Teto's otos have reset themselves. *Headdesk* So I'm really not in the mood to care about my writing. And yes, I did skip day 2... Sorry everyone. I'll try to do better tomorrow. ._.'))

Day 03

Prompt: Hot cocoa/hot drinks

Setting: East City, during the manga

It was a nasty winter in East City, the coldest on record since 1891. Ed shivered involuntarily as he dropped his pen for the third time in the past five minutes. He swore as he bent over to pick it up, only to have it slip out of his fingers repeatedly. It rolled under the colonel's desk, making Ed even more angry.

"What the hell are you doing, Ed?" asked Roy, staring at the teenager who now had half his arm stuck under the desk and was yelling insults at an inanimate object.

"My stupid pen rolled under your stupid desk, and now I can't get it out!" Ed shouted, flailing around in his attempt to get his arm to go even further under the desk.

"Why, are your arms too short?" Mustang smirked and reached under the desk, retrieving the offending writing instrument.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE'D GET CRUSHED BY A SNOWFLAKE?!" Ed demanded, glaring at the colonel.

"Seriously though, why do you keep dropping your pen?"

"Because my hand is cold," Ed mumbled. "I can't get a grip on the stupid thing because my fingers are frozen stiff."

Before Roy could reply, he was interrupted by a loud ding. Suddenly all his subordinates rushed over to the coffee pot, eager to get a cup of the dark drink inside it.

"I call the first cup!"

"No way! I was here first!"

"All of you be quiet," snapped lieutenant Hawkeye, pointing her gun at the group of people who were all fighting to get the first cup. "I will pour the drinks," she finished, calmly but firmly. They all quickly moved out of the way, knowing better than to argue with the lieutenant. She carefully poured the first cup and gave it to Ed.

"Thanks," he said, and wrapped his cold fingers around it gratefully. He held it for a few minutes, letting the heat of the cup warm up his hands. Once it was cool enough, he drank it all quickly. It wasn't the best, but considering how cold it was, he would have drunk anything as long as it was warm. Everyone else seemed to like it, too. Sometimes a nice warm drink could work miracles.