A/N: I see University as a giant hole. No matter how much I put in – in this case, money – I'll never get it back. But apart from that, I'm still alive! HAH!
Title: Sunday Morning
Rating: K/T
Summary: One thing that he didn't appreciate Edward picking up on was his weekly home cleaning regiment – or therefore lack of.
Edward Elric reflected so much of himself and he couldn't keep the smile that crept onto his face away. The blonde teen had picked up on many of his habits – at least he liked to think – over the years. The intelligent glimmer that his eyes held, that had been combined with a healthy dose of torment and mischief, had learned to be controlled; he could deceive the enemy with one, very carefully constructed glance. Naïve; incompetent; stupid; childish; each look he recognized from when he practiced them in the mirror in his younger years.
Another thing he liked to think the Alchemist had learned from him was the ability to read people like open books. Yes, Edward was intelligent, but when he had first come to be under his command nearly five years ago, he was too trusting. It didn't take long for the streak of childish clinging that stemmed from abandonment issues to be broken, but the way Edward could read people was unique.
And he would have never have been obvious if Hawkeye hadn't made it clear just who he looked like when he shook someone's hand, or read a new acquaintance's face.
However, one thing that he didn't appreciate Edward picking up on was his weekly home cleaning regiment – or therefore lack of.
"Hey, you're turn to do the dishes," the blonde mumbled through a haze of sleep and exhaustion.
Looking up from his paper, Roy sighed. "You know the rules; Monday; Wednesday and Sunday are you turn to do the dishes – and what day is it today?"
Grunting, Edward rolled his eyes. "Sunday. But you skipped your turn on Tuesday-"
"Because I did your round of sweeping."
"…Can't we just get someone else to do it?"
"Who would be willing to clean this house?"
"Well, you do live in it. So you should."
"You do too, you know."
"Yes, but I'm the lazy, good-for-nothing teenager who does nothing but sit around reading comics, watching movies, and complains about how harsh you are on me."
There was a brief moment of silence as Roy stared curiously at Edward who decided to stare right back at him. "You're still doing the dishes."
"Yes, Father."
"Hey! Don't call me that!"
"Why? You did sign the adoption papers, didn't you?"
"Yes. So…I guess that gives me the right to ground you, then?"
"Oi! You can't do that!"
Chuckling, Roy picked up his newspaper that he had put down earlier that morning. "I can, but I won't – this time. Now, do the dishes, Edward. Otherwise I just may have to call Hughes up and ask him about how I should go about making a commemorative album of our first year together as a family."
"Bastard…"
"Love you too, Son."
