Fullmetal Alchemist - cafe [RoyEd]f
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scriveynerTitle: cafe
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 328
Summary: “Fuck off an’ die, Mustang,” Edward’s muffled voice replied.
The busy bustling metropolis of Central City had come alive, the bright morning sun beaming down from a cloudless blue sky. Pedestrians chattered amicably with street vendors as others hurried along on foot to their destinations, creating a constant buzz of background noise.
All of the beauty of the day was lost on one Edward Elric, who was sitting in the shade of an umbrella propped through the center of the table. He had folded his arms over the table, and had his face pressed into them.
Roy placed a cup of coffee by Edward’s elbow. “I do not think I’ve ever seen you hungover,” he said, keeping the amusement off his face but not out of his voice.
“Fuck off an’ die, Mustang,” Edward’s muffled voice replied.
The scrape of metal against cobblestone as Roy pulled the chair out made Edward wince and finally lift his head. He squinted at Roy, trying to glare but mainly scrunching up his face in odd ways. Roy was already dressed for work, the military uniform sitting straight and unwrinkled, the bright blue shining in the early morning sun. “What the fuck are you doing?"
"Sitting down,” Roy said, caught mid-action but not pausing. “I believe we were still planning on breakfast?"
Edward noticed the coffee at his elbow and latched on to the mug gratefully. "Breakfast,” he sounded the word out like he had never heard it before.
“Yes, that first meal after a long night fueled by alcohol and sex,” Roy said, mildly amused at the way Edward flushed deep red on command. The younger man hunched forward, over the table still, arched over the coffee mug as if he was protecting it from Roy.
“You think you’re clever but you’re not,” Edward hissed, and Roy honestly laughed at his expression.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 328
Summary: “Fuck off an’ die, Mustang,” Edward’s muffled voice replied.
The busy bustling metropolis of Central City had come alive, the bright morning sun beaming down from a cloudless blue sky. Pedestrians chattered amicably with street vendors as others hurried along on foot to their destinations, creating a constant buzz of background noise.
All of the beauty of the day was lost on one Edward Elric, who was sitting in the shade of an umbrella propped through the center of the table. He had folded his arms over the table, and had his face pressed into them.
Roy placed a cup of coffee by Edward’s elbow. “I do not think I’ve ever seen you hungover,” he said, keeping the amusement off his face but not out of his voice.
“Fuck off an’ die, Mustang,” Edward’s muffled voice replied.
The scrape of metal against cobblestone as Roy pulled the chair out made Edward wince and finally lift his head. He squinted at Roy, trying to glare but mainly scrunching up his face in odd ways. Roy was already dressed for work, the military uniform sitting straight and unwrinkled, the bright blue shining in the early morning sun. “What the fuck are you doing?"
"Sitting down,” Roy said, caught mid-action but not pausing. “I believe we were still planning on breakfast?"
Edward noticed the coffee at his elbow and latched on to the mug gratefully. "Breakfast,” he sounded the word out like he had never heard it before.
“Yes, that first meal after a long night fueled by alcohol and sex,” Roy said, mildly amused at the way Edward flushed deep red on command. The younger man hunched forward, over the table still, arched over the coffee mug as if he was protecting it from Roy.
“You think you’re clever but you’re not,” Edward hissed, and Roy honestly laughed at his expression.
