Disclaimer- i am out of creative disclaimers.
well damn, three in one day. methinks i am going to curl in a corner and sleep now. Here it is, the continuation of the previous drabble, requested by the drabble-loving DarkWarLordofDoomness.
Presenting Drabble the Thirteenth!
Pie.
Yes….He most definitely could smell pie cooking. There was nothing more delicious than fresh pie, with the filling just cool enough not to burn holes into the lining of your mouth, but hot enough that your taste buds would need a few hours to recover.
Filled with anticipation of fresh baked goods, Ed did what any single male in his position would do- he followed his nose. Unfortunately what met him was not a pie waiting blissfully unattended on a table, but that bastard colonel lighting a pile of wood under…..
"Al….?"
There was an odd note in Ed's voice, and Al twitched anticipating an outburst of mythological proportions. What happened was far, far worse.
Ed turned towards Elysia and smiled sweetly. "Hey, Elysia-chan, papa needs to see you." When the girl had scampered off in the direction of the house Ed turned that terrifyingly sweet smile towards Mustang. "Start running. Now."
"Brother…"
"Al, get rid of that pie and go cool off."
"You aren't going to do anything to Colonel Mustang, are you brother?"
"Oh, no. If I was going to take care of it I wouldn't have told him to run." If anything that smile got wider, and Ed's voice dripped sugar. "I am just going to visit with Gracia for a moment and see if I can borrow the phone."
"Who are you going to call…?"
"Hawkeye." Ed cooed.
Colonel Mustang chose that moment to beat a most strategic retreat.