Left in the Dark
Ed blinked. Wasn't it a bit dark in here for the middle of the day? He shrugged, and shut the door to the outer office behind him. It didn't matter, how the Colonel chose to light his office didn't really have anything to do with him.
He gave this theory a little more thought when he ran into Hawkeye's desk in the gloom.
Swearing, he put a hand to his hip. That was definitely going to bruise. It suddenly occurred to him that there might be a very good reason the room was dark. Such as the Colonel was out. Obviously, if he was in the room, he would be laughing up a storm from Ed's little rendezvous with the desk.
Ed scowled. The stupid Colonel made him write reports, and then wasn't even there for him to hand them in? Ha, see if he ever wrote another paper for Mustang again.
Though, they were good excuses for seeing him…
Ed shook vigorously, just barely resisting the urge to bash his head against the wall repeatedly. He could only imagine trying to explain that one to Hawkeye.
He did know exactly how that conversation would end though… With him twitching on the spot and bullet holes in the walls.
Why exactly had no one ever signed her up for an anger management course?
Ed sighed, he really was off his game today; to try and get Hawkeye to attend anger management courses was equal to suicide. Hmm, maybe there was something in the water at Central-? That would certainly explain the weird feeling in his chest ever since they had boarded the train.
It was certainly a better explanation than the one Al had come up with.
Rolling his eyes, Ed snorted. Imagine, him, in love with Mustang.
It had to be something in the water; otherwise… He gulped. Otherwise, Ed had the feeling he was very, very screwed.
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