Drabble Rating: G
Status: 11/100
Word Count: 200
Theme: Roy Al #22: "Dog and Cat"
Author's Notes: I realize that I haven't been the best about responding to reviews, and for that I apologize. I promise that I'll do better for the remaining nine-tenths of these drabbles.
Word of warning: to keep the notes from being larger than the story, I'll be responding via e-mail. Therefore, if I can't find an address...
It was war. Roy would share a lot of things, in the end, but he refused to share his bed and his lover with a mangy feline.
Matters exploded when Edward decided that he was hungry (at five o'clock in the morning,) and decided that Roy's fingers would be a lovely appetizer.
Mustang flung Edward across the room, and began fumbling for his gloves. Just before he could put them on, though, Alphonse grabbed his arm. "Roy! Don't incinerate Edward!"
The older man growled. "Just a warning shot. I'll let him know who the man of the house is!" And with that, he ran after the cat, who had wisely decided to vacate the bedroom.
Alphonse sighed at the sounds of thumps, yowling, barked yelps of pain, and once, a snap of fingers. After a moment, Mustang returned to the room, bleeding from cuts on his hands and feet, but with a large smile on his face. "See? Good triumphs, and evil is sealed for another night."
As Roy tried to kiss him, Alphonse pushed him away, and hissed, "Down, boy! You've played enough today!" Mustang found it a cruel irony that he himself wound up sleeping on the floor.