This isn't the next drabble I had written, since I have about seventeen plus in reserve, but I wanted to mix it up. Thanks for the reviews, the support, and for just reading.
"You have no style, old man."

"You're just a kid. What would you know about class and sophisticated tastes?"

"I know you look even older with your hair like that."

Roy frowned, watching his reflection in the mirror. He was thirty years old, a sixteen year old by his side. Dammit, Ed was right. He did look old.

Tossing the velvet blue towel at the blonde, he shooed him out, closed the door, and rinsed his hair. He was not old.

Ed smirked outside the door. Mustang was so easy to play games with… especially when it came to age.