"I don't know how you convinced me to do this..."

Roy smirked in reply as he wrapped his arms around Edward's shoulders, leaning down to nibble on his ear.

"Oh yeah... If anyone sees us you're dead."

Roy merely nodded as he took the lead, pulling Ed towards the janitor's closet. Ed fidgeted behind him, holding his skirt down, clearly uncomfortable in the attire. Roy looked him up and down, Ed fixing him with a glare in return, before pulling him into the closet; shutting the door behind them.

The halls were relatively empty due to it being the lunch hour as Hughes prowled, camera in hand. He smiled happily as he approached the janitor's closet. Some rustling was heard behind the door as Hughes waited for a moment before fling it open.

All Ed had seen was a few bright flashes before he pushed away from Roy, in a slight daze. Roy took the offensive, slipping on his gloves, as he recognized the intruder.

Hughes gave them a knowing smile before running down the hall, grinning like a madman. Flames scorched the wall in front of the janitor's closet, leaving a black mark a moment too late. Roy ran after Hughes, determined to at least get the camera from his best friend.

Edward stumbled out of the closet as the last few moments replayed in his head. As he realized what the flashes had originated from he turned a bright red, bolting in the opposite direction that Roy and Hughes had taken. The only thought on his mind was to destroy the damned miniskirt before anyone else saw. Killing Roy could come after.

It was getting relatively late as the sun set over Central. Roy watched Hughes from behind his desk, getting fed up with trying to barter for the camera. He contemplated actually burning the man but decided that too many questions would come of it.

Hughes sat at the edge of Roy's desk looking at the photos he had taken. He chuckled before making a observation. "You know, Ed might make the best wife for you..."