Riza: To say you didnt have a clue about who you were writing about. this isnt half bad
Roy: -pulls at shirt collar-
Me: Are you sure its alright? To torture the guy like this?
Riza: Serves him right.
Roy: What? We havent even done anything!
Me: WRONG! I havent thought of that plot line yet. It WILL happen so watch your back and read the disclaimer
Roy: We and Fullmetal Alchemist do not belong to the writer. If we did, Nut swears we'd be having LOADS of sex.
Me: I never said that!
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He gulped hard, addicted to watching his companion's mouth running amock. Lips kissed the top as her tongue ran down the side and he began sweating profusely. He couldnt take this, it was too much, he was going to explode. He had often
pondered whether or not spontanious human combustion truly was a myth and if she continued the way she was, he may just prove it true. She had begun to make quiet slurping noises and he almost lost his mind.
"Colonel?"
"Huh?"
"You're ice lolly is melting." He looked to his hand, where the icy treat was dripping from the stick and on to his hand. With a smirk on her face, the Lieutenant returned to own lolly, secretly enjoying watching the Colonel sweat.
I'll have to remember to thank Hughes later.