Ways To Wash A Window

Despite me getting next to NO reviews, I'm posting this chapter because I want to and I'm awesome like that.

Don't own FMA, blah blah.

Enjoy!

Edward Elric

Edward stared down at the strange colored stick he grasped between his hands.

"Cray...on..?" He questioned, testing this forgein word.

Riza Hawkeye sighed. "Yes, Edward. It's a crayon. You draw with it. Here, have some paper." She threw a bunch of voided documents at the confused 15 year old. "Now shoo."

Edward hadn't gone on a mission in close to a month and was getting restless. After making the Colonel set himself on fire (twice) and Lieutenant Breda visit the therapist about how much he hated dogs, Riza decided that the midget needed something to do.

"Yes, sir," Edward replied, walking down the hallway, evaluating this 'crayon' with curiosity. A crayon...

He plopped himself down on Colonel Mustang's couch. Roy didn't dare ask; his ass had been on fire enough in the past month, thank you very much.

Ed pulled a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and pressed the crayon to it. To his delight, it left a single, blue dot on the paper.

"THIS IS AWESOME!" He screeched, scribbling furiously.

Roy Mustang raised up slowly from where he was cowering behind his desk. There was the glorified Fullmetal Alchemist, sitting in his office, coloring.

And shouting to the Gods his thanks.

"OH GATE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GIFT! IVE NEVER SEEN SUCH AMAZINGNESS! OH THANK YOU!" This all came out in a rather unnatural squeal, ESPECIALLY for Fullmetal.

Roy picked himself up and plopped down in his office chair, amused. "Yes, Fullmetal, that is a crayon. Ever seen a Sharpie?" He chunked a black marker at Edward with skilled marksmanship; it hit Edward right between the eyes with such precsion Hawkeye would've been shamed.

"Ngarghh. Owwww," Edward complained, rubbing his forehead. "What the hell is a Sharpie, you jerk?"

"It's a permanant crayon." Roy quipped, dumbing it down for the confused blonde.

A lightbulb flashed above Edward's head as the thrust the Sharpie toward the ceiling.

"THANK YOU GATE!" He shouted. And with that, he tackled Roy.

~Many Hours Later...~

Every soilder stationed at Central HQ left the building with their hood up, head down.

As Roy hurriedly sped down the hallway, trying to escape without looking, he ran into someone and they tumbled head over heels onto each other.

"Ooof," Roy grunted, grabbing his side when a gun had stabbed into it. Glancing up, he saw that the hood had fallen back, revealing who he ran into.

"Aww, Hawkeye, you too?" He asked, silently smirking as her face turned crimson from embarrassment.

"Yes, sir."

The untangled themselves from one another and parted, mumbling goodbyes and sorrys as they head the opposite direction.

Riza stopped in her tracks, smiling to herself. She glanced over her shoulder and yelled at Mustang's retreating figure..

"LOVE THE SHARPIE MOUSTACHE, SIR! GOES WELL WITH YOUR UNIBROW!"

Ohh, Edward...

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