"No." Roy said shortly. "You're staying. You'll get sick if you wander outside in this weather." He walked out of the room and then returned a few minutes later with a few towels.

"Here," he said, throwing them onto Edward. Roy sat down on the couch.

Edward took to drying the floor before he started on himself.

"You can sit on the couch if you want to, you know, you don't have to sit on the floor."

He was quiet for a while. They sat uncomfortably together in a room of silence.

"I don't want to get the furniture wet," He said shortly.

"Do you..." Roy started hesitantly, "know how to fix this...?"

"Do I look like I'd be able to go into a library without being shipped off to some lab where they'd dissect me?" Edward snapped irritably.

"Sorry about this though..." He added, sitting on the wet towels he'd used on the floor as he continued with his ears and tail.

Fur liked to soak up a lot of water. "Um...I don't have any clothes." Ed pointed out nervously.

Well, this made things more awkward than before. How...sad. Edward reached an all time low for his bad luck.

Roy yanked Edwards arm and shoved him onto the couch. "Sit." He ordered. I don't care about the furniture. You're not sitting on the floor. And do you want some clothes or not? I doubt they'd fit you, seeing as you're so sma-" He cut himself off and shook his head. It wasn't the time for short jokes.

He stood, awaiting Edwards answer. "Do you want clothes or not?"

Edward glared at the older alchemist before sighing. All right. Roy was at least trying to be a good host for him at the moment, shock put off to the side for the moment.

"That'd be nice actually. Don't worry though; it'll be like I'm not even here!" The blonde stated cheerfully, offering a fangy smile.

A silent warning that he had his own weapon if he'd need to use it.

Fangs and claws.

Yup, that pretty much worked for Ed.

Roy smiled sheepishly and started to walk out of the room. "I'll be back in a minute," he promised, and went off in search for clothes that would fit the boy.

He walked in his room and sighed. It was a mess. Clothes -dirty and clean- were everywhere, books everywhere.

"Maybe I should think about cleaning someday..." he muttered. Roy

walked over to his closet and started digging through clothes. He pulled out a plain white shirt that was kind of small on him and shorts that were kind of like gym shorts.

He sighed knowing that they would have to do. He walked back to the living room and threw the clothes at Edward.

"Sorry," he told the younger boy, "it was the best I could

do."

Edward calmly examined the clothes before cringing. He had a tail that

he'd ruined his pants for by cutting a hole in them.

"One, where's the bathroom so that I can change. Two, can I cut a hole in these for my...Uh...Tail...?" He inquired, holding up the shorts as the lovely tail whacked him in the face.

The thing was so...Fluffy. What was worse was that it was like that naturally for some reason. He didn't even know what he was! The young teenager sighed, shaking his head as his red hair fell into his face.

He didn't want to know what that creep had done to him while he'd been knocked out seeing his braid undone along with him missing two articles of clothing.

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I'll update later

-Kirara