Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: I love Ed in cases like these. He's just so much fun to write as an imp . . .
Twenty-eight: Pain and Wounds
"I've told you before, Fullmetal, to knock before you enter!" Mustang growled nasally at Edward, one hand clamped over his nose.
Edward snickered and dropped down into a spare seat, lounging as only a teenage boy could know how. "Seems to me I arrived right on time."
Just enough time had passed for Mustang to scowl in the boy's direction before Hawkeye appeared once more through the door that had been conveniently left open this time, to avoid further injury. Tissues had been collected from the next office down ("Why don't we have any here?" Mustang had snarled at the time), and she pried Mustang's hand away from his face to help mop up the mess, scolding both Edward and Mustang for: a) flinging the door open so hard, and b) standing close to the doorway when he knew Edward was coming.
"Ow! Be careful!" Mustang whined when she dabbed just a bit too hard at his nose.
"Don't be such a child," she said matter-of-factly, accompanied by Edwards chuckles. "You've had much worse before."
"Ahh," Edward sighed. He sounded very satisfied indeed. "If only the doorknob managed to catch his hip, too. That'd be something to boast about. Or even-"
"Edward!"
He shut his mouth at Hawkeye's tone, but the cheeky smile remained, broadening when her back turned again.