Disclaimer : I own FMA … don't believe me? Good, My name isn't Hiromu Arakawa!
Edo sat on the couch in his beloved Taisa's office, drinking a coke, rather noisily,
trying to distract his lover from Hawkeye's lover, the source of Mustang's sailor style cussing, and Ed's source of disdain – paperwork.
Oh, how Mustang HATED paperwork ; which is why he took to staring, love-sick puppy-style at Ed, who was sliding his tongue rather … suggestively along the rim of the bottle, and poking his tongue onto the inside of the bottle, running it along the inside of the coke, trying to reach every last drop.
"Edward?" Mustang finally said, glaring at his chibi-lover, in that 'I love you but what the HELL are you doing?' sort of glare. Yeah, you know what I mean, right?
"Yes, Taisa Bastard?" Edward said mock-innocently, dislodging his tongue from the bottle, and sneering at Mustang.
"What in Amestris1 are you doing?" Mustang said, now poised to snap, watching Edward with the baffled look on his face.
"Practicing." Was Ed's short response, nearly as short as he. Which, isn't that short… but I'm ranting again.
"For what, O-chibi-one?" Mustang questioned, now just staring at Ed.
"You, Colonel Shit."