He was a rather useless secretary, so Edward found out quickly, but it was rewarding to have Tringham around when he had fallen into the dreadfully monotonous part of his career which a certain Colonel had once called 'The Paperwork Lull'. He had haughtily convinced himself that he would never be stuck in such a displeasing job, yet adulthood had to come at sometime, and adulthood, as Edward found the lamentably hard way, came with boring responsibilities. Of course, it was not without it's perks; From his eye-level at the desk, he was allowed a fabulous view of his paper-shuffling boyfriend's backside.
Secretary Tringham, however, did not care much for office life; He developed a blatant disregaurd for military etiquitte as he was submitted to the teasing of other soldiers, especially state alchemists (Even from Edward, who liked to indirectly ruffle his feathers by offhandedly mentioning that he had passed the state alchemist exam at the age of twelve. How long ago was that? Ten years? Eleven? Smug grin...). Russel lamented, taking a moment of rest, stretched across a rather uncomfortable chair besides Ed's desk, how the state alchemist selections were completely unfair. Edward indulged his complaints for a while, and dotingly assured him that it wasn't worth it to stress so much over getting his own watch and a fancy title. Russel argued that it was tough competing with such a heavy sounding name like "Fullmetal". Edward smirked, amused that this was about competition now.
"What kind of title would I get... do you think?" Russel supposed out loud, rubbing his sore neck with one hand.
"You're named after some signature bit, right? You're into the whole botanical and naturalistic alchemy..." Edward thought about this for a second, "How about..." He leaned over to whisper his suggestion into Russel's ear. The younger alchemist quickly reddened, and slapped his palm on the desk to embarassedly blurt,
"That one never leaves the bedroom!"