Your fault
Roy stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He heard Ed waking up. He turned his head to see Ed's groggy face appear in the door way.
"G'morning." The blonde mumbled.
"What's good about it?" Roy replied.
"You're alive."
"What's good about it?"
"And you call me depressing."
"You ARE depressing."
"Tch, what ever." Ed stepped in the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush, making sure it was his this time.
Ed watched as Roy turned the sink faucet on and stuck his head under the water, lathering up shampoo in his hair.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Roy asked, even though he could hardly hear him.
"Wash your hair in the morning."
"That's your fault."
"MY fault?"
"Yes."
"How so?"
"If you would stop chewing on my hair in the middle of the night I wouldn't have to."
"It's not my fault your hair smells like strawberries!" Ed defended himself.
"It's Raspberry." Roy replied.
"Shut up."
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