Drabble and a half. 150 words. Dedicated to E.Mahiru, because she pointed out to me how jocks act. Hopefully this is more correct.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist, because if I did...there would be more episodes coming out right now. Spinoffs and stuff.
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"I'm so fast that I can dodge Hawkeye's bullets. I'm faster than a speeding bullet; I'm like Superman!" Edward bragged.
"I dodge Hawkeye's bullets all the time, Fullmetal." Roy said in a bored tone.
"I bet I can bench more than you." Edward challenged.
"Only because of your automail arm." Roy said, not looking up from his paperwork.
"Did I tell you how fast I could run?"
"Yes, and I stand by my statement that it's only because you don't have a lot of weight to carry."
"HEY! WHO'RE YOU CALLING—"
"FULLMETAL! I don't care about your speed or how much you can 'bench'. I'm trying to do my damned paperwork, for once." Roy said, his last nerve finally touched.
Silence filled the office, excluding the scratching of Roy's pen.
"So, did I tell you how many hoops I got once?"
Roy started banging his head on his desk.
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