He really should have realized something was up sooner. His game was slipping.
When he picked his chin up from his chest, the wide metal clasp on his collar leaving a an equally wide indentation on his face, and drool drying on his lip, Edward glanced to the devil on his left and devil on his right and knew that he was indeed doomed.
Their smiles slithered slowly up their faces, all forked tongues and scales. The dark-haired demon, Ed's most formidable enemy, flipped his fingers through his dark bangs and the blonde demon on his right flicked his chin to toss his unwieldy hair out of his right eye. They both seemed to be...trying to get...a better view.
Edward's eyes narrowed suspiciously. The dark-haired demon's smirk faltered a bit when Ed noticed the thick black marker clutched in arrayed gloves.
"Ah-ha!" Ed cried, not caring anymore that he was in the second row of a crowded research presentation. "The old, draw-a-mustache-on-the-sleeping-guy routine! Oh, very creative, bastard! And Russ! I can't believe you'd take part in this!"
Roy smirked deeper and Russ looked down, trying to hide his glee behind his bangs. Edward scowled and clapped his hands together and transmuted his automail into a flat, shiny surface, a makeshift mirror.
And saw nothing. No mustache. Hmmm. Then his eyes trailed up. Written in hasty scrawl on his forehead - most certainly Russell's work, that traitor! - was one word. Bean.
Edward threw his hands up in the air. "You two are so immature!"
Roy snickered and exchanged a pleased look with Russell. Edward shook his head, knowing he should have known better than to let his enemy and his lover anywhere near each other. It could only lead to bad, silly, immature things.
"You are both children!" Edward shrieked as he stood to stomp out of the crowded auditorium. All eyes, unfortunately, were on him as his tied-together shoelaces prevented him from taking more than a half-step before landing on his face.
Edward scowled into the carpet. With friends like these, who needed enemies?