God Only Knows
"Roy why do you have a gun." Ed asked boredly tracing the gun at Roy's side. "I've never seen you use it, and when you do it's used to grab attention..."
Roy looked at Ed curious as to why this question was presented. Not that he wouldn't answer...
"Well...as military personal, we're required to carry them."
"Then why don't I have one?"
"Ummm..." Roy questioned that himself. "Maybe you have to be nay tall to carry it?" Roy stifled a chuckle as he held his hand out about where his chest was...many odd inches above Ed's head...
"Very funny bastard." The shorter alchemist snorted, giving the colonel a feirce glare. "Seriously, why can't I have one? Am I not old enough? Or what?"
"You're old enough." Roy replied simply shrugging.
"Then why can't I?"
"Wait, why do you want one?"
"I don't!"
"Then why ask!"
"I want to know!"
Roy thought a moment. That was an odd thing for someone, who can just transmute his arm into a gun, to ask. But hell, who's he to turn down Ed's question...
"Well you see...we actually have a very good reason."
"And what's that?" Ed folded his arms.
"You see, we're afraid you might be dangerous with it."
"HOW!"
"God only knows what you'd do when you're PMSing." Roy almost giggled to himself. Almost. He loved to pick on Ed for being the girl of their relationship.
Ed was silent for a moment, then it sunk in...
"DAMN YOU ROY!" Edward's screech resounded through the stone walls of the building...
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