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Disclaimer: If I owned Fullmetal Alchemist, Envy wouldn't be the only guy wearing midriff. (grin)
Glor: Got bored during school, again. Wrote this during Theology class, it's not like we learn anything. (sweatdrop) I think I have alliteration. (wide eyes of shock) Damn, I do. It wasn't on purpose but I'm such a loser for figuring it out.
Scribble. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Shred.
"Ugh!" Edward groaned as he clutched his head in frustration.
"Nii-san, maybe you should stop..." Alphonse suggested, worry clearly heard in his voice.
"I'm gonna crack this code!" Ed exclaimed as he took out a clean sheet of paper, "I'm going to decode Mustang's notes if it's the last thing I do!"
Al sighed as his brother continued to scribble furiously then quickly crumpled the paper and tossed it over his shoulder as he took out another piece of paper. The shredded and crumpled papers were starting to pile up on the floor around Edward's desk.
If Alphonse could have smiled, he would have, "Nii-san, why are so determined to crack Mustang-taisa's notes?"
Ed blushed slightly and hesitated before answering, "I saw my name in his alchemy notes..." He paused, "And everyone knows Mustang uses names of his past lovers as the code for his notes..."
Even though Al couldn't physically blush, it was still noticeable that he was uncomfortable, "Ano... Nii-san... Did you and Mustang-taisa..."
"NO!"
Glor: Rather abrupt ending but I couldn't think of anything else... (sweatdrop) Dragons Maiden, told you I'd write this! Your drabble inspired this so all of you, go read her drabbles! (grin) Advertising is fuuun!