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floweranzaMIRA 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.
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Date: 2006-11-19 05:13 am (UTC)aslkjhfas;odihasdg~
ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME!!! [raburabuliekwhoa]
♥♥♥
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Date: 2006-11-19 07:19 am (UTC)[bwoompf]
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Date: 2006-11-19 05:27 am (UTC)What a wonderful little drabblet and the characterization was spot on. I think this made my night, heh heh~ ♥;;
Please write more & post it when ya can! I'd love to read more of your work. :3
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Date: 2006-11-19 05:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-19 07:22 am (UTC)I'm trucking along. There will be more! :)
(Also, ERHEHEHE that's supposed to be a doodle of me, but it does look very Ed-like! 'Raaaawr' fits.)
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Date: 2006-11-19 05:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-19 07:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-19 05:28 am (UTC)[Tangent: I love bean cake! I have to learn how to make it one of these days.]
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Date: 2006-11-19 07:26 am (UTC)[Secant: I haven't ever had it! I guess it's recommended, so I'll go out and try. :D]
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Date: 2006-11-19 05:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-19 07:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-19 05:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-19 07:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-19 01:16 pm (UTC)Oh Mustang, will you ever learn!
*hangs head in laughter*
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Date: 2006-11-19 06:58 pm (UTC)XD Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-11-19 05:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-19 06:58 pm (UTC)Hohoho. All is fair in love and war. >3 Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-11-19 06:29 pm (UTC)Hughes is a great motivator
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Date: 2006-11-19 06:59 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2006-11-19 10:08 pm (UTC)that isn't alcoholic.At least I can't get offended by digs at my height. ^_^;;; ~adds to her Mems~
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Date: 2006-11-22 02:46 am (UTC)(I am a short person and people use my shoulders or head for armrests. I understand Ed completely.)
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Date: 2006-11-22 09:57 am (UTC)(People do the same to me, and at 173cm I'm not short. It's not the dig at my height that annoys me, it's the disregard and disrespect for me as a person instead of a piece of furniture.)
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Date: 2006-11-20 01:49 am (UTC)Don't you mean red beans? Pinto bean cake would be pretty disgusting.
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Date: 2006-11-22 02:48 am (UTC)'Pinto' seemed to me a smaller word. I dunno! I only really went with that (lack of) logic on this one, since I've never had any kind of bean (Ed) cake. XD ...especially if Roy ordered on commission, he'd probably get the grossest one.
Thanks for reading!