"Colonel, I have the-"
"Have you ever tried Russian tea, Fullmetal?" Roy asked, looking at Ed over the rim of his steaming mug.
Ed's eyebrow twitched. "Wha...? I was going to say-"
"Yes, I know. Drop it, and answer my question."
Ed raised the formerly twitching eyebrow. "'Drop it', Colonel?"
"Yes, Fullmetal. On the floor. Drop it."
Ed shrugged. He dropped the report on the floor. "What was your question again?"
Roy sighed, "Fullmetal, if you weren't so short-minded, you'd be able to remember what I asked you."
Ed's eyebrow twitched again as he glared daggers into the Colonel's smirking head. "Who are you calling short?"
"You know very well that that's not what I said, Fullmetal. I said you were short-minded; not short." Roy said while swirling the teabag in his little pink mug.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLI-" Wait, pink?! "Colonel?"
Roy looked somewhat taken-aback by this sudden change in character. "Yes Fullmetal?" He asked warily.
"Why is your mug pink?"
Roy looked, to say the least, relieved. He smirked. "I don't know, Fullmetal. Why don't you go ask Hawkeye?"
"No. What's in the mug, anyways?"
"Sit, Edward, and I'll tell you."
Ed sat on the floor.
"No!" Roy stood up, leaning his weight on his arm and pointed to the chair on the other side of his desk. "In the chair! Like a good dog!"
Ed stood up and sauntered over to the chair, "Woof." He sat down.
Roy blinked, suddenly happy, and sat back down in his own chair. "Now then. What was your question again?"
Ed looked at Roy out of the corner of his eye. Crossing his arms, he said, "If you weren't so short-minded, you'd be able to remember what I asked you."
Roy was suddenly furious again. "WHO ARE YOU-"he stopped himself, looking thoughtful. "No, wait. That's your line."
Ed rolled his eyes. "I asked you what was in the mug."
Roy looked at the offending pink, porcelain cup, studying it. Then he peered over the rim. "I think it's Russian tea..." He looked back up at Ed. "Have you ever Roy looked somewhat taken-aback by this sudden change in character. "Yes Fullmetal?" He asked warily.
"Why is your mug pink?"
Roy looked, to say the least, relieved. He smirked. "I don't know, Fullmetal. Why don't you go ask Hawkeye?"
"No. What's in the mug, anyways?"
"Sit, Edward, and I'll tell you."
Ed sat on the floor.
"No!" Roy stood up, leaning his weight on his arm and pointed to the chair on the other side of his desk. "In the chair! Like a good dog!"
Ed stood up and sauntered over to the chair, "Woof." He sat down.
Roy blinked, suddenly happy, and sat back down in his own chair. "Now then. What was your question again?"
Ed looked at Roy out of the corner of his eye. Crossing his arms, he said, "If you weren't so short-minded, you'd be able to remember what I asked you."
Roy was suddenly furious again. "WHO ARE YOU-"he stopped himself, looking thoughtful. "No, wait. That's your line."
Ed rolled his eyes. "I asked you what was in the mug."
Roy looked at the offending pink, porcelain cup, studying it. Then he peered over the rim. "I think it's Russian tea..." He looked back up at Ed. "Have you ever tried it?"
Ed furrowed his eyebrows. "No, can't say that I have. Why?"
"Would you like to try some?" Roy looked like an excited -year-old kid, sitting on the edge of his seat.
Ed looked at Roy suspiciously. "No, thanks."
Roy leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. He turned his head to the side, refusing to look at Ed. "Fine. Be that way. You can leave now."
Ed shrugged, and was getting up to do so, Roy looked up at him and said, "Edward, could you be so kind as to pick up the report you so carelessly dropped on the floor when u entered?"
And I'll be damned if Ed's eyebrow didn't twitch again.