A/N: Roy and Ed together in this one. :P Page forty-nine (49).
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Garfield.
Fourth
"Ed, I think that it's time that I went on a diet."
Ed looked up from his spot on the bed and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"See? I've got a pudgy belly." Roy poked it just to emphasize his point. Suddenly, an idea clicked and he whirled towards Edward with a grin. "Why don't we diet together?"
"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?"
Roy ignored him. "How does that old proverb go again?"
Edward, still fuming, grabbed Roy by the throat and started to strangle him whilst answering his question on the proverb. "It's 'Misery loves company', and I'M NOT FAT YOU BASTARD!"
The currently being strangled man grabbed Ed's wrists with bulging eyes and had a blue hue appear on his face. "I'm--sor--ry!"
Ed didn't release Roy from his death grip until Roy agreed that Edward was not, indeed fat, and even if he was, that more Edward-ass was better than none.
-Fin-
