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That comes after world conquest, which is surprisingly easy to start up, but rather difficult to finish through with.

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He really didn't understand it, this eating thing. He remembered doing it as a human, but because he needed to, not because he enjoyed it. It just wasn't something that he would do, since he didn't need to as a homunculus.

For Gluttony, it was a given, so he could understand him eating. For Lust, it was a sexual fetish, so he guessed that was alright as well. Greed probably just did it so nobody else could, and as much as he hated the bastard, he could understand that was well.

But Wraith and Pride would eat as well. Even Sloth would get up and eat something once in a while.

But it couldn't taste that good, and their bodies didn't even use it. It was just expelled, useless waste. A pointless habit.

And then came that fateful day in which he took the guise of his ever Dear little brother. It had been more of a joke than a mission, and it wasn't really the smartest thing he could have done. But he did it, and before he knew what had happened, the infamous Flame Alchemist was asking him out for ice cream.

And Envy knowing that the two were a couple - It wasn't really a secret -, as well as knowing Ed would never turn down a chance at food. Which really sucked for him.

A few moments spent trying to think of a way out of shoving a piece of frozen juices from a cow down his neck, and then he looked up to realized he was being asking for a flavor. Oh dear god, what had he gotten himself into . . ?

He read off the first thing he saw, and before he knew it, was sitting in a booth holding a cone of yellow goop. He knew he had to take a bit, or the other man would be suspicious, and giving up his cover wasn't smart when he was in the middle of central.

He learned down, a mild grimace, and bit into the strange substance.

And had he been more immature than the great Homunculi that he was, he would have jumped up in joy.

He had expected a slimy, flowery flavor. But this. . .

Needless to say, five cones later, the blond imposter left the other man staring desolately at his wallet, in a bit of a sugar high.

He wasn't willing to even touch any of the other concoctions the humans ate, but for now. .

Well, Ice cream was a whole 'nother ball part.