Sorry it took such a long time to post this one. I haven't been in a mood for translating lately :P
Roy came home exhausted and annoyed. He had few picked words to say to Bad Roy who had disappeared from the office before Roy had time to give his lecture. At the same time Roy was afraid of what kind of lecture he was going to get from his better half about smoking. Or more likely trying to smoke, but Roy knew that Good Roy wouldn't make too big difference between these two.
Roy removed his coat, put his boots on the shoe rack and walked to the kitchen. Worriedly he first peeked from the doorway to see if there was anyone sitting on the high kitchen stool or on the table, and when he saw that the kitchen was empty Roy sighed from relief went to get a glass from the cabinet. He turned the tap and let the glass get filled by cold water.
When Roy then turned around to sit at the table and drank from his water, he was about to drown and drop his glass to the floor, because now he saw Good Roy sitting there reading a newspaper. Which itself wasn't so scary sight, since Good Roy was practically the only one in the household who read the paper. Thought Roy had promised to himself to read it at least once a week, just for the general knowledge.
The thing that was a bit frightening about the view was that Good Roy had an absolute serene expression on its face as if nothing had happened. Roy had expected it to at least yell at him after that cigarette episode, but no, not a word. Maybe there was finally some concrete benefit from Good Roy's endless sentimentality…
Roy sat quietly on the opposite seat from Good Roy at the small, square kitchen table and took a sip from his water every now and then, stealing peeks at Good Roy who still just read in the perfect silence.
However, suddenly Good Roy lifted its glance from the paper when Roy nearly black eyes met Good Roy's dark, somehow lightly brownish eyes. For awhile neither of them said a word, but then Good Roy lifted its brows and quickly looked at the paper on the table.
"You want the paper?" it asked and started to fold the paper up and offered it to Roy. "Bad Roy already cut off the strip cartoons though, but still…"
"No, thank you. You just read it." Roy said and sat up to put the glass into the sink. "I'm gonna do that laundry we talked about this morning." he added hoping the act would go as an intensifier of their armistice. Good Roy just hummed and started to read the paper again.
In the bathroom Roy's mind went black again as he saw already a week ago filled up laundry basket next to the washer. And the content of the basket was in a tidiness that almost shouted: 'Sort me out, sort me out!' And there was little Roy could do other than just sight deep and kneel next to the basket and start sorting the clothes into the piles of white and parti-coloured. The white pile he put first into the machine, checking carefully he there wasn't any coloured clothes among. At the very moment Roy started to look back on the time there was a bright red sock caught in the sleeve of one of his white dress shirts and the result was a washerful of textile cotton-candy…
Roy cringed when he heard evil laugher behind his back that almost changed into crying toward the end.
"Oh yeah, those happy old times…" Bad Roy said nostalgically leaning on the wash basin and whipped its eyes dramatically. It obviously knew what Roy had just been thinking and decided to come make fun of him. Roy just scowled Bad Roy murderously and put some washing agent into the machine and slammed the round trap-door closed. He would not give Bad Roy that attention it begged. Roy knew all to well that Bad Roy would leave him alone if he just ignored it for some time.
Bad Roy now hopped to sit on the wash basin, which looked a bit uncomfortable place to be on, but since Roy didn't approve it and as a hallucination Bad Roy couldn't break the sink with its weight, it was a good way to show what Bad Roy thought about common rules and manners.
"It really would have been something if you seriously went out with that pink shirt on." Bad Roy continued its mocking as Roy sat in front of the washing machine staring at the laundry rolling around through the round window, as if it was interesting.
"Your points in women's eyes would have improved in mere seconds. Let alone in men's eyes-"
"Now shut the fuck up already!" Roy suddenly yelled more vehemently than he had meant to. Bad Roy paid attention with jumping off the sink and walking to Roy, sitting down next to him.
"Well, I think we jabbed under the belt here." Bad Roy said wickedly and leaned its chin on Roy's shoulder. Roy tried to clear his mind or at least not to think about that one certain thing...
"So you're one of those guys, huh?" Bad Roy continued hinting and its grinning face reflected from the shutter of washer. "What do you meant with 'one of those guys'?" Roy demanded, though he knew all too well what the other meant. Frantically he tried to think about something random, something else than what he was thinking now.
A clock.
A pocket watch.
A silver pocket watch.
Of which chain hanged from a waist of black leather pants.
"Bingo!" Bad Roy shouted so loud and suddenly that Roy started and shrugged sharply so that accidentally hit Bad Roy on its jaw. That though didn't have any effect on it and Bad Roy stood up and rushed out from the bathroom. Roy was left in there and for awhile he thought if he should be worried. But after all, Bad Roy was mostly just his imagination so Roy decided to let it be.
Bad Roy went smirking to the kitchen where Good Roy continued its reading. Bad Roy stayed in a door way and stared at its white double before going to the table. Bad Roy took out a chair as if in order to sit on it, but then jumped instead to sit on the table by using the chair as help. Good Roy frowned but hadn't enough interest to say anything.
Bad Roy started to whistle some random tune (Samantha Fox's Touch me, to be exact) and looked at Good Roy before speaking up.
"I know something you don't." it said cockily and started to check on its fingernails. When Good Roy didn't pay any attention, Bad Roy continued. "It's a very thrilling thing. And weird, abnormal even…"
"Love isn't weird and at least not abnormal. Not even when it's our Roy we're talking about." Good Roy finally replied, still not interrupting its reading. Bad Roy glanced at its colleague surprised, lifting eyebrows. "What did you say?" it asked lifting its hat a bit.
Now Good Roy too lifted its eyes from the paper and looked at Bad Roy. "That's what you're talking about, right?" it said. "That Roy has a crush on that blonde State Alchemist. The Edward-person."