(Disclaimer: I do not own FMA)
Attention: This is an adopted story, from Ella-Chan, from this point on the chapters and direction the plot flows is mine. By the way I am looking for a beta for this story. On another note, I do apologize for not posting something (A) longer and (B) quicker, my laptop crashed and I had to replace the hard driveS, so I'm putting up a few short chapters over the next few days while I recreate my main chapter.
Edward opened his eyes just before he sat up. He looked around trying to figure out where he was as he wasn't fully awake just yet. With a scowl on his face, the young alchemist realized he was in his bedroom, in his t-shirt and boxers he noted.
"Heh, Mustang musta brought me home early," he said with some fondness; then a thought occurred to him. "Everyone in the office saw me being carried out…well at this point I guess it's not the worst thing to happen" he thought, rubbing his shaved head.
The blond alchemist saw a pair of neatly folded, blue, pajama pants. The pajama bottoms, he noted, were the same color as his uniform. Slipping them on, he walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs. Grabbing onto the wooden hand railing as he walked helped him keep his pace as he still had a semi-sleepy look about him
After managing to make his way down the stairs without falling, Edward was now much livelier than moments before. He had a smile on his face, seeing Hawkeye and Mustang in the kitchen in their civilian clothing.
"That's right, I forgot that today is a day off for most of the non-critical officers." The boy thought, not noticing the warm smiles being given to him by his adopted parents.