Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
Word Count: 300
It was not unusual for there to be a low level of background noise at the ‘Sou - so this particular din didn’t usually warrant any extra attention given. However, Edward had been trying to take a nap on the couch, and with the windows open given the nice spring day, the row happening outside was infringing on his ability to sleep.
It was usually up to Kenshin to play peacemaker, mostly because Edward had no patience with his other selves and was more likely to resort to handing out punches like Halloween candy. However, Kenshin was not in the vicinity, and Edward wasn’t about to go tattle. He’d resolve this himself.
He opened the front door, to be greeted by two fully-grown wolves snarling, and Sariel - the Ed with wings, the second arrival here - hovering just out of reach.
Edward surveyed the situation, and then closed the front door.
There were things he would get involved in - but when the werewolves and the angels started trading blows, he excused himself from the conflict. Some of these dorks were immortal - he was definitely NOT.
“What’s the ruckus?” Kenshin was coming down the stairs, a laundry basket propped up against his hip.
“Sariel’s taunting the werewolves,” Edward dutifully reported, as from out on the lawn there came a loud yelp, followed by a whine.
Kenshin sighed, and Edward helpfully opened the door to the basement for him. “They’re fighting AGAIN? What is it about spring that makes everyone want to express their dominance?"
"Mating season,” Edward muttered.
“We’re human, Ed,” Kenshin called as he disappeared into the basement.
“Speak for yourself,” Roy Mustang, who had been standing in the doorway to the kitchen, said. Edward jumped a mile, and then glared at the angel.
“Who asked you?”