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scriveynerTitle: Cooking Time
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 300
Summary: Edward heaved a great sigh as he stood next to Rian in the kitchen.
Edward heaved a great sigh as he stood next to Rian in the kitchen. Rian was opening and closing the cupboard doors, looking for a particular skillet and Edward was keeping a weather eye on the already-in-use burners on the stove top. It wasn’t all that long ago that it would have been Edward standing on his tip-toes, trying to figure out where the pan had gotten to.
But now it was Rian who had the longer reach, and apparently the laws of nature had prevailed, because Edward was officially no longer the taller person in the relationship.
Rian didn’t seem to notice the sigh of exasperation, or if he did he properly ignored it. “Where could that stupid frying pan have gone?” His aggravation was evident in his voice. Edward shrugged his shoulders loosely, using his automail hand to transfer one hot pan to another burner, to free up the hot one. “You’re the one who cooks,” he said. “Where did you see it last?”
“In the sink, covered with soap suds,” Rian said, and Edward didn’t meet his glare. Generally, Edward was on clean-up duty as most of the time it was Rian cooking the meals. So that really meant that the pan could have gone anywhere, including into the den.
“Sorry, I don’t recall what happened to it.” Edward stirred the sauce Rian was cooking gingerly. “Are you sure it’s not up there with the old casserole dishes…?”
This time he met Rian’s glower head-on, and he held up his free hand. “Sorry, sorry, just a suggestion.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 300
Summary: Edward heaved a great sigh as he stood next to Rian in the kitchen.
Edward heaved a great sigh as he stood next to Rian in the kitchen. Rian was opening and closing the cupboard doors, looking for a particular skillet and Edward was keeping a weather eye on the already-in-use burners on the stove top. It wasn’t all that long ago that it would have been Edward standing on his tip-toes, trying to figure out where the pan had gotten to.
But now it was Rian who had the longer reach, and apparently the laws of nature had prevailed, because Edward was officially no longer the taller person in the relationship.
Rian didn’t seem to notice the sigh of exasperation, or if he did he properly ignored it. “Where could that stupid frying pan have gone?” His aggravation was evident in his voice. Edward shrugged his shoulders loosely, using his automail hand to transfer one hot pan to another burner, to free up the hot one. “You’re the one who cooks,” he said. “Where did you see it last?”
“In the sink, covered with soap suds,” Rian said, and Edward didn’t meet his glare. Generally, Edward was on clean-up duty as most of the time it was Rian cooking the meals. So that really meant that the pan could have gone anywhere, including into the den.
“Sorry, I don’t recall what happened to it.” Edward stirred the sauce Rian was cooking gingerly. “Are you sure it’s not up there with the old casserole dishes…?”
This time he met Rian’s glower head-on, and he held up his free hand. “Sorry, sorry, just a suggestion.”
