A/N: This came from a short list of prompts I wrote in my rough book. Again, thank you, Attackoneverything!
Prompt 11: Money
Inspiration: Random.
Edward came in like he owned the place, as usual. A (short) hurricane of red and black, accompanied not by trumpets for a victorious hero, but by the sound of slammed doors and exuberant greetings.
Roy leaned forward, placing his chin on folded arms, as Edward entered. "What excuse now, Fullmetal?" It was an understatement to say he was unhappy after he had been woken up early in the morning by a call from the Lieutenant of a city in the East.
Edward grumbled, "Trust me, you jerk. It's not my fault that building got destroyed. I mean, those criminals just entered and we couldn't do anything but follow and how were we to know it was so unstable it-"
Roy smoothly interrupted, "I know you often leave a trail of destruction wherever you go, but one abandoned building and two warehouses? Are you certain that is not too much, Fullmetal? Or perhaps you were going for a record?"
"Just pay for it from my research funds," the boy handwaved the matter. "I just came to leave the report. We think we've got a new lead," Edward grinned at the last statement.
Roy watched in silence as the younger alchemist threw the papers in his hand onto the table with a mumble of 'bastard' and walked out, red coat billowing around him.
Roy sighed as the door was slammed shut. He dialed a number so familiar to him he was sure he could dial it in his sleep. As the bank official picked up, he asked for a transfer of money from his account before leaning back on his chair.
He wondered – did the boys ever wonder why their 'research fund' never ran out?
A/N: I'm not exactly satisfied with it, but I can't pinpoint the problem. I just can't get enough of Parental!RoyEd (fluff!).