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32. Blue

"No." Ed says firmly. "Definitely not. Anything but that, Ling."
"But E-ed!" Ling whines, and pulls her closer to the display. "You'd look so beautiful in this!" He points to the outfit that he wants. Ed recoils back, and hits Ling over the head.
"You filthy pervert!" She hisses quietly, desperately wanting to yell at him or hit him some more. She may be pissed off, but she's not suicidal enough to have the whole of Xing against her for insulting their beloved emperor. She looks at the clothes again. The material is a floaty light blue silk, but not all of it is particularly… solid. While tailored in a traditional Xingese fashion, it looked really rather tight and uncomfortably revealing.

"Definitely not, Ling." Ed glares. Ling stares back, his eyes open for once. The black orbs search her face, and eventually he nods. "OK, Ed." He says resignedly. Ed wonders off-handedly why he's so disappointed and solemn, but then he's back to the hyper and irritating boy she had met in Amestris and she forgets where that train of thought was going.

"Let's go have some FOOD!" He yells, and drags Ed after him, their feet kicking up dust as they laugh their way through the city. The citizens shake their heads and watch as their young emperor acts more relaxed around them than any of the others ever had. It is moments like this that make Ling be considered the most honest ruler they've ever had.

Despite this protest, Ed still receives the clothes from one of the servants at the palace after her morning bath. She almost goes out to protest, but the maid takes her towel away, and she doesn't have her clothes from last night and alchemising the damn bedding would be a bit rude. So she sighs and lobs the clothes over her head and tries desperately not to hate Ling. Killing him would not only give her an angry and vengeful Lan Fan to deal with, it would also leave her with a Yao clan (and indeed, the whole of Xing) to fight as well. And Ling wouldn't die anyway. 'Stupid homunculus. Why didn't Greed find someone else to join with?'

When Ed finally walks out of her room to breakfast, everyone turns to look at her. Heinkel's mouth opens and his eyes widen. Darius goes completely red and focus on eating very quickly. Ling's mouth twitches and a full-blown smirk appears on his face, before he allows Greed to look through his eyes. Greed, deep inside Ling's mental rooms and watching everything on a sort of wall scroll that had moving pictures, has an explosive nosebleed that he has to wodge with tissues he conjures up to get rid of.

Ed glares at everyone, sits down, and starts stuffing her face as normal. Most things fall back into place after that, but Ling starts buying outfits for Ed and forcing her to model for him.

Greed really, really appreciates it.

A.N: More lighthearted cheer, because you all deserve it.
I would have updated sooner but all of these verse is saved on the main computer, which now has a password that I DON'T KNOW and CAN'T GUESS. D: It's exasperating.

I am slowly working my way up to 50, then I can post all of the completed drabbles in a block before putting this fic on hiatus and updating a drabble every once in a while. * FUN FACT: This was originally only planned to be 50 drabbles long, but I extended it C: *

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed
- Tom

Thank you to the wonderful reviewers: Dashita Tichou, , ImNotShortImHobbitSized, and Hyper V