The door went BANG! while Roy was pouring his coffee, so he turned his head to look at it. Unsurprisingly, the noisy newcomer was Ed, pissed as ever. Rather more surprisingly, it was Ed being pissed from a noticeably higher standpoint. He'd grown about two centimeters in as many weeks. It was distressing, to be sure, and Roy rather wished he would stop that.
Hormones, thought Roy with a shrug, as he turned back to his coffee. A part of his brain over which Roy had very little control began laughing maniacally in response. Roy ignored it, and added a goodly dollop of cream to his java.
Ed marched up to him as Roy was tipping in a spoonful of sugar. "DAMN YOU, TAISA!" he screamed.
Roy, feeling rather phlegmatic at the moment, merely asked, "Whatever for?"
"JUST DAMN YOU IN GENERAL!" Ed shouted, sounding like he was about to start ranting about how it was somehow Roy's fault that he'd stubbed his toe on the way in or something of the sort.
"In that case," deadpanned Roy, "here." And in one smooth motion, he turned around, brought his coffee to Ed's lips, and tilted the cup forwards
Ed opened his lips reflexively, his eyes widening in surprise and bafflement.
Roy took away the coffee, and scolded, "Don't get greedy. Coffee stunts your growth, you know."
A little vein on Ed's forehead began throbbing. "THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GIVE IT TO ME?"
Roy sighed. "You're getting too tall. It's upsetting. I like you just the way you are."
As Ed gaped stupidly at his back, Roy walked away sipping his coffee. It tasted nice, like an indirect kiss.
-- here comes the ends, dressed in a fence!--
Me: That was okay, I'm thinking!
MP: Actually, I'd have to agree.
Me: Seriously?
MP: Neither of us own FMA or Ed or Roy or coffee.
Me: I wish I
did.
MP: FMA?
Me: No, coffee.