Oroko: Thank you! That made me feel all WARM inside.
Pairing: Non-existent. Well, I guess you could call it Ed/Mustang's couch and Mustang/Hott peppers.
Word Count: 131
Rating: T, courtesy of Mustang.
"Hello Ed, Al," The Flame Alchemist greeted the Elrics. Ed's frown increased.
"Colonel Sarcasm," Ed muttered. Mustang growled quietly. Ed strode to the couch in Mustang's office. He collapsed, sighing as he sunk into the cushions. "Mustang," he corrected himself. Mustang's eye twitched.
"Ed, at least act like you have one once of respect in you," The Colonel spat. Ed glanced up at him before sinking further into the cushiony warmth. Al shifted from foot to foot. Roy sighed. "We have a mission for you FullMetal. You get to go North." He replaced his stern expression with a dreamy look. "Bet there are a lotta hot—"
"Mustang!" Ed exclaimed, shooting up. He pointed a finger at Roy accusingly. "That's no way to get promoted!"
"I was going to say PEPPERS!"
I don't own the "Bet there are a lotta hot" and "I was going to say PEPPERS!". Those belong to my friend Jess—I mean Sesshomaru.