(A/N: Yeah i know... not enough updates... but I have a good excuse.
I no longer own a computer (My mother broke ours) so until i do, I'll try to get you guys stuff... but it'll take forever.
Anyways, here's an update... now make with the reviews... 'kay?)
Edward sighed, licking another envelope, pleased that Archer's "use" wasn't quite what he had expected. Of course, he shouldn't have been surprised, after all, what would willingly sleep with Archer? He smoothed another envelope shut and started planning an escape. He didn;t want to spend the whole day closing envelopes, but a few hours alone with the Lt. Colonel had readily convinced him that the man both liked guns, and had no qualms about shooting at him. Conversation on the other hand was becoming difficult. Archer seemed to suspect something, and Edward was afraid what he would do if he figured out that "Kimblee" wasn't really Kimblee.
Archer toyed with a handgun, cleaning something out of the barrel, before frowning.
"You're too quiet, normally I can't shut you up." He said drily. Ed jumped, but scrambled to think of something to say. He finally thought up a good excuse.
"I uh... I have a cold." He said. "Sore throat."
This answer for some reason cracked Archer up. "Cold, huh? I doubt it. You need to leave that thing alone... I don't care if he DID forgive you." He opened a folder off his desk and frowned. "I'm not just scolding... You shouldn't be messing with monsters..." Edward nodded vaugly and closed another envelope. Inwardly he wondered what Kimblee did to get sore throats regularly.
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Kimblee himself had finally extracted himself from Roy, and wandered out to the street, gagging. No matter how much contempt he had for the alchemist that he now seemed to be inhabiting the body of, no one deserved THAT. He finally managed to get a good breath into his chest, and shook his head for a minute. It was a few minutes later when it occoured to him that, if he had the alchemist's body.... then his own was probably in a similar situation. He broke into a run, towards the rough part of town his appartment was in.
He finally got to the building, and finding the door locked, frowned and pushed hard against the knob. It clicked open and he briefly snickered at the thought of breaking into his own home. Rumaging through a stack of papers, he finally found the journal he was looking for... just as he heard a door opening. He dove into a closet and pulled it shut. Kimblee nearly yelled when he noticed Greed walk in the door. Even being killed didn't discourage the Homunculus from comming after him... someday Kimblee vowed he'd find out how the hell Greed did that. But for now, he just felt pissed that Greed was in his flat...
((Yes this was short, and probably not as funny as the other chapters, but I've been sick. I just wanted to get another chapter up for the people who leave "sad" reviews. BTW: If anyone can think of a plot twist involving the office turtle, I'll dedicate a chapter to you.))
