A/N: Here's the next one. This one has no Roy in it (NO! ROY! NOOO!). But, it has Ling. n.n Page sixty-five (65).
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Garfield.
Ninth
Ling sniffed the air hungrily. 'Oooh! Edo must be cooking again!'
With that, he jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen to find that certain blond gone, but a pan of pizza sitting on the table.
Ling drooled. His FOOD! mode kicked in, and he slid across the room to the pan.
"Mm! This non-Xingian dish looks delicious! Look at the cheese! The onions! The other onions! What were they called again? Oh yes, peppers! And the pepperoni! And sausage! And the mushrooms! Look at the crust!"
Ling delved into the food and began to eat it, still mouthing off things like 'Oh the sauce! The sauce!' when suddenly he heard someone in the next room approaching.
He quickly back away from the half eaten pizza and stood in the doorway, putting on an innocent face.
Edward walked in and his eyes went right to the pizza. He stared for a moment before looking directly at Ling.
Ling grinned innocently.
"LIIIIIING!"
"Edward! You are a psychic! How did you know it was me?"
"You have sauce on your face, dip-shit." Ed glared.
Ling still smiled. "My compliments to the chef."
-Fin-
