I need to get my writing mojo back. Request a drabble if you want. Word count will probably vary. I will do FMA, canon pairing, Yaoi Pairing, whutever. Won't promise I'll do them all but I'll give it a go!
"I see you're adding some roughage to your diet," Ed said, leaning in the doorway and looking up, "funny thing is how you got it hanging from the door here like it's meant to ward off vampires."
"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: 2010-12-03 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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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 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
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