well...people asked for more Ed. i just dont know if this is what they had in mind!

It was a rare event, Mustang not being in the office, even more so for him to have left Central altogether without much warning. Havoc was at a loss as to what to do, Fury was trying to cheer everyone up, Hawkeye was stalking about seething, and Ed was…well, irritated at having been left behind.

He reported to the Colonel's office just as if it had been a normal day, plopped down on his usual place on the couch, and glared at the empty desk. "Bastard." The insult definitely lost most of its punch when directed at an absent figure. Ed shifted in restless agitation, wishing the colonel had at least offered to let him come along. They usually made these trips together…

Damn the man for leaving. Ed leapt to his feet and stomped his way to the desk. Well, Roy wasn't here to see the insult, but what the hell. Ed settled himself into Roy's favorite chair and put his feet up on the Colonel's immaculate desk. Hah. That would teach him. Getting some mud on the desk, maybe scratching it in a place or two.

It was about then that Ed noticed how comfy the chair was, plush in all the right places while still remaining firm enough to support areas that tended to ache after long hours spent sitting. Ed had discovered what was definitely the secret to Mustangs success, or at least his damnably calm façade. How could one not be calm when sitting in this divine piece of furniture!

Mustang returned that evening, dusty from the trip, tired, and needing to file some papers before hauling himself home for a shower. He turned on the light to his office, paused, and smiled. Ed was sprawled in his chair, snoring lightly, feet propped on the edge of the desk in a position that had most definitely driven all the circulation from the one limb that still required blood flow.

"How much closer did you have to pull that chair so your feet would reach the desk?" He inquired.

"WHO IS SO SHORT HE NEEDS A HIGHCHAIR TO REACH THE TABLE TO EAT?!?!?!!" Ed howled, coming awake at the insult.

"Could you move the chair? I need to get to the drawers." Mustang spoke around a yawn.

Radiating sleepy, insulted fury, Ed leapt from the chair and glared at the Colonel. "You left without me."

"I am too tired to argue with you today Edward. And I am desperately in need of a shower."

"I will make coffee. You will shower. Then we can argue."

"Great. Now you plan out confrontations. My life is complete." Mustang affected an all-suffering air as he shoved his papers into an already overloaded drawer and stood with a groan. "Though, if you are going to make coffee, I suppose I can make time for a good bout of verbal combat…Lets go. I want to get the walk home done and over with."

"You could call for a ride?"

"No, thank you, I don't want to have to explain why you are accompanying me home when everyone KNOWS a shower is at the top of my priority list."

Ed smirked in response, and started out the door. He had things he didn't want to explain either…like how the faint scent of Mustangs aftershave had lulled him to sleep in the older man's chair.

Mortari - i have indeed watched the entire series. over and over. and over. so as to make music videos. and watch it with friends. and watch the dub....verily, i am in love with the series. -sweatdrop-

Humor Queen Merc - your sick!riza drabble should be next. i think i have all the other crack!bunnies under control for right now....glad i am continuing to amuse!

Animegoil - the little everyday scenes are my favorite to write.

as always, i blame the continued existence of the drabbles on the esteemed Spades 44 and her utterly fantastic drabbles.