Whee, I know it's been forever since I've thrown a drabble at you guys, and this one is hardly worth the wait. –ducks books and laptops and randomly thrown cats- Well, like I said, I'm sorry. Uh…it's not even that long. Ch'k'so. Ahh well…enjoy the Roy/Ed fluff.

I have plans to start on a –FAKE– 'fic soon, maybe also some Naruto drabbles. This does not mean that this'll be stopped, because FullMetal Alchemist is still something of my lifeblood, but you can probably expect the same amount of updates you've gotten since…what…last time, I dunno. Here's praying the next one's relatively good.

Geez, it's not even WAFFy! What the hell is wrong with me? Inspired by the magnetic poetry "you're like Braille love but seen too."

(By the way, if you've got this on alert, I figure you've gotten the alert three times already. Sorry; I keep leaving stuff out.)

Disclaimer: Maybe you like a stubbly Roy, but I don't want him. You can have him.

Two hundred sixty-two words: Hygiene

-----

Roy Mustang rarely showed it, and he didn't really look it, but he was a nuzzler, one of those people who turns into a cat when affectionate and sleepy and rubs his face against anything close. This was what woke Ed one bright morning, squinting at the glare of the sunlight and his ears registering a scritch-scritch-scritch.

Turning his head to the side, Ed mumbled something incoherent. Roy's chuckle was a throaty resonation in his chest, and still the scritch-scritch-scritch.

"Roy," Ed finally said, not moving his lips lest he expend energy.

"Hmm?" Scritch. Shoulder, neck, throat, all equally scritched.

"You're drivin' me fuckin' bugnuts. Stop it."

"Nah."

Roy threw himself on top of his lover and rested his chin on the flesh of his chest.

"Gerroff."

"Why?"

"You're damn heavy."

Ed opened one eye and fixed it on the colonel, on the small, satisfied smile, the dark colouring of too few nights of good sleep, the raven hair disheveled and falling hilter-kilter over half-lidded eyes. And always the eyes, piercing even when half-asleep, the ones that always fluttered a bit before he stole a kiss.

Unfortunately, Ed knew this and was having none of it. His human hand darted out and covered Roy's mouth.

"Go brush your teeth."

Roy made a keening noise and went to rub his cheek against Ed's, but this time, cold steel met him halfway.

"And shave, for god's sake."

With a sigh and a grumble about picky bedmates, Roy rolled himself out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. Shaving was for weekdays, damnit.