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22. Superstition(s)
"I'm not doing it!"
Roy sighed (he'd heard that line at least thirty times in the past ten minutes) and brushed a finger down the side of the glass sitting between them, affecting his most pathetic expression. "For me, Edward?"
Now that just wasn't fair, and Roy knew it. "This is stupid," Ed grumbled, but grabbed the glass, "You're supposed to be an Alchemist, a scientist, remember? Scientists don't believe in superstitions." Nevertheless, he lifted the glass and forced down every last drop of the disgusting white liquid, grimacing with the sour aftertaste.
Roy grinned. "I never said I believed in it, Edward," he corrected, standing and walking away before he heard the outraged squeal.