Work Out

by Maaya

Hawkeye had suggested, calmly, that perhaps sir, you should take up jogging.

Random slice-of-life. I was hit by inspiration because crazy jogger ran past my window and shut up. I know there's a deep reason for this ficlet somewhere.

Gen, PG. Set during the time Ed and Al are still at the Tucker's.

Work Out
by Maaya

Hawkeye had suggested, calmly, that perhaps sir, you should take up jogging. It had been after they had walked up a particularly steep hill, the streets in Central always tended to slant in one direction or another. Roy had been depressingly, embarrassingly out of breath, even rested his hands on his knees and panted, had shrugged out of his uniform jacket only halfway up the hill.

Roy blamed it on his alchemic speciality. Being able to defend himself with a mere snap of his fingers didn't make it necessary for him to work out regularly. And, well. So perhaps he hadn't exercised much the last year or so.

He had grown--horror of all horrors--lazy.

It still didn't feel quite right to put on a sweatshirt and loose pants seven a clock in the morning to run along the river for half an hour, to later turn around and run the same way back again. To be honest, it felt very, very wrong.

Roy was just lucky not many people were around that that time in the morning to see him.

Or, at least that was what he thought as he, panting and sweaty, realized it was just about time to turn and jog back now.

And turning, he found a sleepy Edward Elric on the road, blinking at him. The boy was still dressed in pyjama, wearing only his red coat over that. In one hand, he had holding a leash, the other end of it attached to the collar of a big white dog--the Tucker dog.

Roy and Edward blinked, equally confused and tired, neither finding anything to say. It was too early in the morning, the whole scenario was too wrong.

Roy, never having stopped in his tracks, decided this was too weird to deal with. Edward Elric, his subordinate, had not seen him in these clothes, running, before work. That became their mutual, confused understanding during the few seconds they saw each other, before Roy disappeared down the path towards his own apartment.

Well home, in the shower, Roy wondered why things could never be easy.

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