Wet Dog
By Born of Starlight
8.Nov.05
74 words
It was raining.
Scratch that.
It was pouring.
Ed tromped through the dim hallways of Central Headquarters. His hair was dripping, his clothes were soaked through, his boots had their own little puddles within.
He wasn't very happy.
As he stalked past Roy's office, Riza paused in her threats of death-by-paperwork to sniff the air. "What's that smell, Colonel?"
Roy looked out the open door, and saw Ed's retreating back. He smirked.
"Wet dog."
Author's Note:::snickers: This fic is kinda written for my group of friends. We've got this website, www.dogofthemilitary. so to write a fic using that clichè is always fun. This isn't my first. My first is much longer, and involves a sleep deprived Roy and lots of coffee. If you ask nice, I might post it... :waves fic, tauntingly, just out of reach:
chibi Elena-chan: The first two were Ed-centric, just so you know. I'm trying to work on clarity, but sometimes I just like to leave readers confused as to who's speaking. Sorry for the confusion! (.)