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Nov. 19th, 2006 12:08 amMIRA GAVE ME A PROMPT FOR THIS YAY SO YOU CAN THANK HER AND GROVEL AT HER FEET! [loveloveraburabu]
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Title: 33. DIE
Info: FMA; Edward + Mustang
Rating: PG and silliness.
Edward warily knocked at the Colonel's door. The man had sounded downright gleeful, really, on the phone - and nothing worried Edward more than a gleeful Colonel who besides being his supervisor was a bastard of a man. Ed hadn't really anticipated having to stop in Central for more than a few days, being that it was Elysia's birthday along with his own. He liked the idea of giftgiving, but that fondness only lasted him a few good days. Two days of Hughes stalking you down and crooning in your ear about how his daughter was sooo cute blowing out the candles, wasn't she? Yes, I saw, I was there! was too much. Needless to say, Ed's patience had been taxed. He'd been ready to prompt Al to pack and to leave on the nearest train, dammit, and then the Colonel had called.
Damn him.
The door opened, and Edward surpressed the urge to shrivel up and die on the spot. The Colonel's arrogantly smiling image looked down at him, and he was gestured in. It wasn't the first time he'd been here, and in truth he was getting worried about how complacent he was about being in the bastard's home. (Edward had to admit that complacent for him was about equal to what inappropriately mad would be for any other person.) The Colonel led him to the kitchen, and Ed saw a cake sitting in the middle of the table.
"Happy Birthday, Fullmetal," the Colonel smiled. "This is bean cake, and I ordered it by commission just for you. It's made with pinto beans. They're of the particularly small variety."
Edward saw red.
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Title: 33. DIE
Info: FMA; Edward + Mustang
Rating: PG and silliness.
Edward warily knocked at the Colonel's door. The man had sounded downright gleeful, really, on the phone - and nothing worried Edward more than a gleeful Colonel who besides being his supervisor was a bastard of a man. Ed hadn't really anticipated having to stop in Central for more than a few days, being that it was Elysia's birthday along with his own. He liked the idea of giftgiving, but that fondness only lasted him a few good days. Two days of Hughes stalking you down and crooning in your ear about how his daughter was sooo cute blowing out the candles, wasn't she? Yes, I saw, I was there! was too much. Needless to say, Ed's patience had been taxed. He'd been ready to prompt Al to pack and to leave on the nearest train, dammit, and then the Colonel had called.
Damn him.
The door opened, and Edward surpressed the urge to shrivel up and die on the spot. The Colonel's arrogantly smiling image looked down at him, and he was gestured in. It wasn't the first time he'd been here, and in truth he was getting worried about how complacent he was about being in the bastard's home. (Edward had to admit that complacent for him was about equal to what inappropriately mad would be for any other person.) The Colonel led him to the kitchen, and Ed saw a cake sitting in the middle of the table.
"Happy Birthday, Fullmetal," the Colonel smiled. "This is bean cake, and I ordered it by commission just for you. It's made with pinto beans. They're of the particularly small variety."
Edward saw red.