Roy smirked as he strode towards the two brothers. 'Heh.... Ed's angry little pout is so cute…' he mused to himself.
"What do YOU want?" Ed demanded as soon as Mustang entered his personal bubble "I have rights to space, you know." He huffed, taking a step back.
"Now now, Fullmetal. It's not good for your little face to look like that. It'll get stuck when the wind changes." The Colonel teased.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING A BEANSPROUT WITH A FACE THE SIZE OF A PINHEAD!?!? My face looks like this because I hate having to talk to you, you bastard!"
"Ed, please!" Alphonse cried, quickly placing his hand over his older brother's mouth "I'm so sorry, Colonel. Brother is just stressed out because he doesn't have a uniform." Al explained. Ed threw Al's hand from his mouth in fury.
"Al! You weren't supposed to tell him that!" he fumed. Roy's smirk grew even wider.
"No uniform, Fullmetal?" he tutted "What am I to do with you?"
"Shut UP!" Ed cried, "It's your fault that I don't have one anyway!"
"Well I suppose that is partially true…" Mustang thought for a moment "I'll tell you what, then. Meet me in my office after work after work is finished. We can go back to my place and you can borrow one of my old ones. Though we'll have a hard time finding one that'll fit…"
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO TINY THAT HE CAN ONLY FIT INTO SIZE EXTRA, EXTRA, EXTRA SMALL!?!?"
"Brother!"
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The day went by pretty quickly for Edward. For Mustang, it was more like every minute was an hour. He sighed as he downed yet another glass of whiskey, narrowing his coal black eyes at the clock, as if trying to psychokinetically push the second hand forward.
Forty seconds…He quickly scribbled his signature on his final piece of paperwork for the day.
Thirty seconds…He thought of what Hughes would say if he knew how much he had drank today.
Twenty two seconds…Someone rapped on the door. Roy jumped, but smirked as he realised that Ed was finally here. And a few seconds early, too.
"Come in." He commanded coolly. But he saw not the big, beautiful golden eyes he longed for so badly, but a pair of crystal blue ones and a cigarette.
"Heya, chief!"
'Oh dear God…' ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Sorry for the short chappie! Next one will be up soon, hopefully. But no promises, I have a lot of drama stuff on right now. Shouldn't be any more than a week though! By the way, in the last couple of lines, I DIDN'T mean that Mustang is jealous of Ed's eyes, 'cause they are nice. X.X I meant that he wants Ed. Oh, and thank you so much to my luuuuuuuurvely reviewers! Love you all. xxx