I couldn't resist. Here is the wonderfullness of a sandwhich!
Still don't own FMA, by the way. This would be perfect, though.
Edward was obbsessed. He couldn't seem to make the perfect sandwhich. It jsut wasn't happening.
Sticking his tounge out slightly to the side, he lightly smeared his first peice of bread with Light
Mayo.
Working as slow as a doctor, he gently placed the meat next; folding it as soft as a blanket, lovingly, with soft hands.
Cheese, he added, with soft hands, placing it ever-so-lightly over the folded meat.
Gently, he placed lettuce down, like it was an ever-so-fragile egg, and if it cracked it would be the death of Edo.
Tucking an onion under it, he lovingly added a tomato; tucking it under the lettuce as one would tuck a child into sleep.
Plopping the last peice of bread on softly, he let out a deafening yell.
"VIOLA!" He screeched, reaching out for his baby, his sandwich. Just as he went, a pair of gloves embrodered with flames grabbed the sandwhich and took a messy bite.
"Thanks for the sandwhich, Ed!" Mustang said, unaware of his rapidly-ensuing death.
+Giggle+
...What?
Ed: -crys- He... he ate my baby.
Riku: Don't worry, I'm writing that... scene for you.
Roy: WHAT SCENE? EDWARD...!
Ed: -runs away squeaking-
Riku&Roy: O.O ED SQUEEKED HOW KAWAII!
... -insert cricket chirp here-
Riky&Roy+Stare+