Oh my god! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's…Roy/Ed fluff? (Oh my god, tenth drabble. o.o)
HEY! LOOK AT THIS! Spoiler for episode twenty-five. Don't want to be spoiled, don't read it.
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Three hundred ninety-four words: Adjectives
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"Puny."
"Not puny."
"Puny."
"Not puny!"
Silence reigned for a moment. Then: "Puny."
Edward clutched his face and stamped his foot. "I am not puny! Stop calling me that!"
Roy rolled over to face him, leaning his head on a hand. "Why does it bother you so much? It's nothing you can change." He looked amused.
"Hmph."
"Oh, come off it, Edward." Lying back, Roy smirked up at the ceiling. "It's nothing personal when people say, 'Fullmetal, isn't he that short alchemist?' It's just an adjective. A describing word."
"It's a bad describing word."
"Animals are short."
"Hmph."
"Babies are short."
"I'm not a baby! Next thing I know, you'll be flashing photographs of me and asking how cute I am, like Hughes!" When Ed realized what he had said, he clapped a hand over his mouth. "I'm – I–"
"Ed," he said more heavily, "there's nothing you can do about that, either. He's dead." His voice cracked slightly. "Another adjective." Clearing his throat, Roy went on. "Anyway, some adjectives you can change. Long hair can become short hair, small can become big, loud can become quiet and vice versa. That's just one that won't change, dead."
"Roy." Edward crawled across the bed and flopped down on his side, snuggling up against the colonel with an arm around his waist and his face on his chest. "It's…it's okay to cry," he offered.
"I'm not going to apologize for calling you short all the time," Roy murmured, evading the previous statement gracefully. He ruffled Ed's hair. "But maybe you'll have a growth spurt one of these days and then, maybe, you'll be as tall as Hawkeye." With a sigh, Roy gathered the smaller man in his arms and kissed his temple lovingly. "Like I said, adjectives change." Ed was about to say something, but he was shushed with another kiss. "Not all of them, but some, and maybe one day you'll be Fullmetal, that tall alchemist."
Ed grumbled and smacked his lover's bare stomach gently.
"You know, you're lucky I'm fond of seafood," Roy started.
Glaring, Ed muttered, "Don't you dare."
"In fact, I'm especially fond off…"
"Don't," warningly.
"…shrimp."
"Augh! I'm not a shrimp! I'm not I'm not I'm not!" Edward threw himself from the bed and raced down the hall, the sound of Roy's laughter following him all the way to the kitchen.