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Date: 2010-12-03 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-04 02:06 am (UTC)"You're looking a little rosy in the cheeks," the taller man behind him grinned and made a sawing motion with the scarf.
"HOLD UP, you're giving me rug burn on the face," Edward snarled, muffled by the scarf and off balance as it was, staggering back another step and the colonel laughed, seemed to delight in holding him hostage this way.
Ed narrowed his eyes, his mouth, still trapped beneath the scarf twisted up on one side into a feral grin. He half twisted, throwing his shoulder into the colonel, reaching up and back to grab the colonel by the shoulder of his coat, then he slammed himself forward, dropping to one knee and hurling the colonel over his shoulder. As the colonel went the scarf unexpectedly tightened around Ed's face and he gasped as he to pitched forward to plant his face in the chest of the man whom he'd just laid out in the snow.
Then colonel grunted a moment and Ed struggled to push himself up on his hands, blinking down at the man, but a hand landed on the back of his head before he could sit all the way up. The colonel was looking up at him, the hand on the back of his head gripped his braid tightly and he he found himself pitching foward again. Something pressed the wool of the scarf into his lips; and when he flailed back, there was the sound of a chuckle from the figure, still lying on it's back in the snow.
The colonel tilted his head back to look at him, as he sat there stunned and silent, his flesh knee starting to get cold from where he was kneeling in the snow. Then the older man rolled to his side and got to his feet, holding a hand down to help Ed up to his own. Ed looked at the hand for a long moment before accepting it grudgingly and behing hauled to his feet.
Then the hand clutching his yanked him foward until he fell against the colonel's chest again and just as his cheeks started to warm and other parts of his anatomy started to think about warming up as well, a fist full of snow was shoved down his back, under his shirt.
And then colonel pushed him back, pointed and laughed and ran like hell all the way back to headquarters.
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Date: 2010-12-04 02:24 am (UTC)"It's not for eating, come on, it's a tradition. Look, it's pretty sad when the fake human knows these things and the real human doesn't," Greed said with a sharp grin and shrug of his shoulders.
"What are you talking about? I don't know of any tradition that makes us stick twigs to the top of door jambs, you're making this up," Ed said with a lot more confidence than he looked like he had. He glanced up at the bit of greenery again.
"You really don't know?" Greed asked, leaning back on a nearby table, folding his arms across his chest. "You're not shitting me here or anything, right? You mean I have one over on the famous Edward Elric?"
"No because there is nothing to have over me," Ed said, baring his own, non-pointy teeth. "This is just another one of your bullshit pranks. So tell me, Mr. Knows Human Traditions, just what is this twig for?"
Greed stood up straight, unfolded his arms, laced his fingers together and extended his arms all the way out and cracked his knuckles. The he rolled his head on he shoulders a minute, cupped his hand and breathed into it and sniffed to check his breath.
"Well?" Ed said, starting to feel he'd finally called one right.
"I'm getting to it," Greed said. Then he sauntered over, grabbed Ed by his upper shoulders and covered Ed's mouth with his own. He kissed him with satisfaction, with vindication and with a lot of tongue. Ed squirmed in surprised outrage, so he kissed him harder with 'hold still dammit' and finally Ed complied. When Ed finally stopped strugging to get away and started struggling to breath, Greed let him go.
"What the fuck was that for?!" Ed howled, dragging his sleeve across his lips.
"The twig," Greed said, with an easy shrug of his shoulders. "You might want to look it up, it's called Misletoe. It's from your own species heritage, way back in the dim past when they liked to spread disease by mouth or something, how should I know, I'm not the genuine article here."
"I'll find out what this is really about then I'm going to missle my toe right up your ass," Ed snarled, turning to storm off presumably for the nearest reference material at hand.
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Date: 2010-12-04 12:20 pm (UTC)"CANNONBALL", he shrieked in manic glee as he descended.
Al and Winry, all ready in said water, both widened their eyes in terror and Al heroically managed to shove Winry to one side before his face met his brothers butt and they both went under.
Ed popped up like a cork, then seemed to fish around under the waters surface and then dragged his gasping, struggling sibling up as well.
"Did you see that?! Didja?! Did you see the air clearance I got there?!" He asked Al, grinning in his face.
Al gagged and sputtered, slapping around to shove his brother off and wipe at his eyes. Ed laughed and let himself be slapped away; that is when he turned and noticed Winry there, looking at him with a small scowl.
"WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! THE FUCK IS SHE HERE?!" and Ed crossed his arms in front of him under the water and sunk down to his neck, panting and wide eyed himself.
"Well, if you want my opinion," Winry said mildly, "you get a 5 on the air clearance and a negative 3 on hitting all in the face with your naked butt, so in the end, that cannonball was worth a 2," and she folded her arms.
"WINRY, GO BACK TO THE HOUSE, WHAT THE HELL? WHO TOLD YOU TO BE HERE?" Ed shrieked, feeling his balls try to draw up into his body to hide.
"I told her to be here," Al said, now somewhat recovered. "You know, for old times sake, only I didn't know your nostalgia was going to include skinny dipping."
Ed kept trying to sink lower, but he had this nasty habit of breathing and lake water wasn't exactly conducive to that sort of thing. "The hell, the hell," he said, giving Al the evil eye.
"You're soaking your leg in pond water," Winry pointed out. "That's gonna need some repairs probably, and that's ok, I need money for that fancy new rachet that Arnold has down at the general store," and she grinned and winked at Ed who was like one of those fish bobbers now; red on top, white on bottom.
"I think my nose is broken," Al muttered, gingerly wiggling the appendage back and forth. "I think I'm the only person on the planet to get their nose broken by their brother's ass," he whined.
"If you stay in here to long then you'll need the entire leg replaced, and if I do that, well that's enough money for a summer getaway!" Winry grinned some more. "I know you won't get out if I stay here, so I think I'll sit on the dock until dark. What about you Al, you in?"
"For a summer getaway? Sure," Al said. "I'll sit with you." And they both slogged over to the dock and pulled themselves up to sit there.
Ed hopped around, gapping after them both, trapped by his prudishness and his brother's need for vengance.
"JERKS! AND YOU AL, YOU TRAITOR," he howled.
"It's so much fun now that he doesn't sink right away," Winry said, digging in the small bag she brought with her to pull out a deck of cards.
"Yeah he really missed swimming," Al said with an evil sort of smirk in his brothers direction.
"NOW I DON'T," he informed them.
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Date: 2010-12-03 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-04 12:33 pm (UTC)"Don't think of it that way," the colonel said, also offering fingers through the bars for a puppy to chew on, "they will get nice homes soon enough."
"Where I come from you can get cats and dogs for free," Ed said, scratching under a small furred chin, "all you gotta do is wait for mating season, then there is plenty."
"Some people prefer to buy purebreeds," the colonel commented, moving on down the row, "when you pay for something you take care of it better."
"Hmph," Ed said, stepping back a bit. Then there was a loud squawk, mostly from Ed and the colonel turned around to see what the commotion was about. When Ed stepped back he put himself in range of a large parrot who decided Ed's head was just as good as it's perch on the top of it's cage, so it had made itself at home. Ed froze, but the big colorful bird spread it's wings for balance and gripped Ed's hair tightly in it's talons.
"You look like you're wearing a winged helmet," the colonel said, amused.
"Don't gawk," Ed hissed, holding stock still, "help me!"
"I don't know," the colonel said, "it's has a very large beak and I wouldn't want it to take offense or anything. I like my fingers where they are."
The big parrot tucked it's wings then, seeming to become comfortable on it's new high place, it regarded Roy frankly.
"Γειά σου," the bird suddenly said.
"HEY," Roy said, pointing, "I think it speaks Cretan!"
"Whoop de shit," Ed said quietly, "get it off!"
"Τι κάνετε," the bird sang out merrily.
"I'm pretty sure that's Cretan," Roy said, grinning. "Hello," he said to the bird, leaning forward, "Hello."
"It's putting grooves in my scalp," Ed whispered, and slowly reached to try and snag Roy's coat.
"I' μ ένα όμορφο πουλί", the parrot informed Roy and Roy seemed to shimmy with glee.
"We should buy this bird, it's amazing," Roy said.
"You don't even speak cretan," Ed said, small tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. "What the hell do you need a bird you can't understand for? For all you know it's telling you to fuck off and die, which, if it is, I support it," Ed gasped.
"FUCK," the parrot screamed then, this brought activity from the back of the shop and a small woman came rushing forward, making clicking sounds. She deftly coaxed the parrot off of Ed's head and returned him to the top of his cage. Then she turned and fixed them both with a steely eye.
"OUT," she said, in heavily accented amestrian, "we don't teach our birds to say such things and we don't tolerate visitors who do!"
Ed and Roy let themselves be hussled out in front of her dimiutive rage and they stood on the sidewalk, peering in the door.
"Well damn," Ed said, "now I want to buy the bird."
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Date: 2010-12-03 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-04 05:48 pm (UTC)"THE FUCK YES I'M A MAN," Ed snarled back, leaning in until he was almost nose to nose with Darius, the he glanced down to the mug in his hand. "What does drinking possibly stolen beer have to do with it?" he said.
Darius lifted the cup then, pressed it to Ed's lips and Ed sputtered, snatched the cup and took a step back. Then he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and up ended the cup, letting some of the beer slosh down his chin while some of it went down his throat. Then he coughed and half gagged and Darius thumped his back hard enough to almost bring the beer back up.
"That's the spirit, let me get you another one," Darius said, snagged the cup from Ed's lax grip and went to refill it.
"You are so easily goaded," a voice came from out of the dark beyond the light of the campfire where Darius, Ed and Heinkle had parked for the night. Greed slinked in and seated himself gracefully, crossed legged by the fire, he turned to look at Ed again. "Did you like it?" he asked.
Now Ed didn't have any true experience with beer. He'd had it offered before, sloshed on him before and thrown in his face before, but in all these endeavors he'd failed to get it into his mouth. So this being his first experience with a lukewarm version, he didn't find it all to wonderful. However, the MAN comment still stung, and because he did have this vague idea that men drank this sort of thing, he was loathed to admit he didn't really think he cared for it.
"It was fine," he sniffed, looking down his nose at Greed, sitting there grinning up at him. "And I wasn't goaded, I was thristy."
Darius returned then, another cup in hand along with a cup for himself, he thrust it at Ed, grinning proudly.
"Our little alchemist is growing up," he said.
Ed, already into mid-chug, almost drown himself in order to try and spit out some derogatory gorilla remark in retaliation to the further slight on his manhood by imply he was height challenged. This time Greed got up to pat his back.
"Just breath," Greed said merrily. "There will be plenty of opportunity to threaten Darius' life later."
Ed squared his jaw, narrowed his eyes and finished chugging his second beer. He'd be damned if a monkey, a lion and a... quasi-human thing were going to out-man him at anything.
Several of these man-proving chugs later Ed was flushed rosy, grinning at anything said to him and sitting on the ground next to Greed and sort of leaning on him. It was a happy, sloppy lean and Greed himself was looking bored and yawned occassionally and questioning the wisdom of letting Ed continue to try and one up men who were three times his size in a beer drinking contest. In fact, it was so boring he gave into his other side and dropped off to sleep. Ling squinted at the fire light a moment before realizing who was leaning on him and leaned back on his hands so that Ed tipped right over into his lap.
Ed blinked up at him and Ling smiled down.
"Hi," Ling said. "What are you doing tonight?"
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Date: 2010-12-03 10:30 pm (UTC)You know you want to. >:D
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Date: 2010-12-03 11:24 pm (UTC)Fuhrer Roy/Ed, future!fic... Al is having Christmas over in Rinsembool and Ed is stuck in central.
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Date: 2010-12-05 06:14 am (UTC)I would love a RoyEd drabble where Ed is doing something adorable which amuses Roy -- the catch is, he has no idea he is being cute. Bonus points for including horrible sandwiches.
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