A/N: Another update. RoyEd. (ducks and skitters away)
Disclaimer: Does it look like I have a snappy comment for the moment? Well, what do you know, I found one.
Little Black Book
"Roy," a firm yet somewhat quiet voice came from the doorway, "what is this?"
Roy looked up from his paperwork to see Edward holding up a black object in his hand. "A black book."
Edward continued to glare at him.
Realization hit Roy in the face like a cast iron frying pan. "No way, Edward! You can't be serious!"
"I'm dead serious."
"But—I—it's all I have left of my youth!" Roy jumped up exasperated. He approached the blonde with a pleading look.
"You promised you'd get rid of it."
"I promised not to use it, I never said I was going to throw it away!"
Edward sighed. He held out a hand to the black haired colonel. "Give me a pair of scissors."
"WHAT? No!"
"Fine then, give me one of your gloves."
Roy eeped and bit his lip. "But—"
"A pair of scissors or a glove. Give me one or the other. Either way, it's going." Edward shook his hand impatiently and expectantly.
Roy groaned inwardly. He should've hid that book in a better spot instead of in his underwear drawer. Wait, what was Edward doing in his underwear drawer anyway?
Well, both choices left him in a pit. With the scissors, he had the chance of putting the book together himself with a lot of tape, but with both choices he could have Alphonse help him put the pieces back together with his alchemy…but that raised a higher risk of Edward finding out…
"Now." Edward requested firmly.
Finally, Roy handed Edward a pair of scissors. Ed grabbed them and turned to leave. "This little black book, Roy, will be the confetti at the Military Dance tonight."
'Oh shit.'
Solution: Grab a really big broom and don't let ANYONE leave until he has checked to make sure he has every little piece of paper.
Oh, and a plastic bag would be useful too.
A/N: Oh god, poor Roy. X.x
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