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Warnings: Notta
Disclaimer: Yeah, not mine. As usual. Certainly not rich over here.
3. Ice Cream
At age twenty-six Ed still wasn't the tallest guy around, though he had gained at least a few inches. Still, it was nothing less than depressing to find Elysia had already out grown him when she tackled him with an excited hug the day of her fifteenth birthday. Ed had taken the ice cream cone Gracia had given him, and taken to sulking about. He'd get over it soon enough, but he felt entitled to a bit of a sulk, really! Of course, he couldn't be left to do it in peace, could he?
Ed sent Mustang an irate look as the older man drifted near, smirking that smarmy smirk of his at him, "Oh don't worry about it, Edward. I'm sure there are some insects around that would be willing to give you a leg up if you needed it."
With a snarl Ed reached up and brought his ice cream cone down on Mustang's dark head (was that a gray hair or five?), "NO ONE ASKED YOU, YOU OVER THE HILL OLD MAN!" he bellowed into Mustang's ear.
Dusting his hands off Ed sauntered off to get himself a replacement as ice cream trickled down the sides of Mustang's head.
A/N: Thank god the real version behind this occured via IM. No ice cream in my hair!