Home?
Ed's POV
He found his room, it was right across from Roy's. Ed just hoped he wouldn't be able to hear any… activities from the number one bachelor in Amestris at night… Ed groaned at the thought, now he was hungry.
'is it possible for the thought of wanting to puke make you feel like you already had?' Ed asked himself as he walked down the stairs hoping he could find the fridge before he got losy and withered away to nothing after not eating or drinkin anything for a week. 'oh what wonders that would do to my health.' Ed thought
"Roy!" Ed yelled hoping he could be heard from wherever the man was.
"Did you just call me Roy?" Roy asked walking up the stairs, where Ed was.
"Shut up, I deserve to call you Roy, after all, I was in the hospital for what? Two months, three? And you were the one who was always there. Therefore, Roy seems fitting after we were cramped together for so long without any space to breathe." Ed said , looking away, blushing.
"Fair enough. So why did you call me?" Roy asked.
"I need help to find the kitchen in this damned house. Its big enough to hold 200- no 2000 Gluttonys." Ed said trying to see if that many would actually fit, yeah, they would, snuggly anyway.
"Yeah, you may be right about that. But, how about I just give you a house tour so you don't call me because you can't find the bathroom…" Roy said. Ed didn't really want to know what would happen if he finally got to the bathroom after a week without one. Ed grimaced. It wasn't pretty…
"Well the, why don't we go to the door." Roy said leading Ed through the hallways that somehow, Ed couldn't figure out for the life of him how, led to the front door.
"Hallelujah!" Ed screamed.
sorry this is short, but i want the house tour in a separate chapter that i will probably write tomorrow. so prepare to bring forth your best for ttwo short chapters! i say it like i'm enthusiastic, i really look like am zombie. god, i need to sleep! i just couldn't let this be, sorry.