Is there anything more fun than random insanity?
"I swear, Al, if he calls me that one more time, I'm gonna lose it!"
"Calls you what?" Al asked, expecting the answer to be one of the many creative euphemisms for 'short'.
"Dog of the military." Ed sighed and sat down next to his brother. "I knew that was what I'd be when I signed up to be certified, but does he have to rub it in like that?"
"He doesn't seem to be a very nice man sometimes."
"Mph. I'm dreading the report I have to give later."
Al thought for a little while, then laughed a bit. "When he calls you a dog, why not meow at him? That'd throw him off!"
Ed chuckled at the mental image and tried out a 'myow!'. "Heh, thanks, Al. I just might do that. I'd better get moving, though, I've got some other things I need to do before reporting." He sauntered off and Al laughed again at the idea of his brother with cat ears and a tail.
"And why didn't you?" Roy's voice was cold.
Ed fought the urge to cringe. So what if he didn't follow orders at times, when he thought he had a better idea? The world wouldn't crumble if he put a foot out of line. "Because it wasn't necessary, and it could have gotten someone killed!" He growled back. "I thought-"
"You're not supposed to think," Roy interrupted. "You are a dog of the military, trained to bite on command. And when you're given orders, it would be /very nice/ if you'd just follow them for once! You have no clue how much paperwork your little charade generated!"
"Paperwork isn't as important as people's lives! And if you call me a dog again, I'll bite you!" Ed yelled, slamming his hands down on Roy's desk, glaring at the man. Ed liked Roy and could admit it to himself, but the Colonel really could be a bastard!
"Whenever you decide orders from your superiors can be shrugged off, I have to explain it to my superiors, Fullmetal," He said, voice still icy. Then he sighed and leaned forward. "And… it worries me."
Ed blinked. Now that was strange. "Who are you and what have you done with Mustang?"
Roy actually grinned at that, and leaned a little closer. "One more thing, Ed…"
"What?" Ed? Ed? Not Fullmetal? Maybe this really was some strange alien who'd kidnapped the Colonel and taken his place.
"I like dogs."
Ed had nothing to say to that, as his mouth was otherwise occupied.
Is anyone else ready to kill Squeenix for pushing back Advent Children again? My personal vote is to eviscerate someone with a spork.