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scriveynerTitle: Didn't Hear
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 335
Summary: "I will get my gloves and burn you out, if I have to."
“Nope,” Edward kicked his feet off the tree branch, balancing carefully. He was up there particularly high, and the sunlight glinting off his automail foot made him difficult to look at. “I’m ignoring you, you gotta come up here and MAKE me listen."
"I am not-” Roy stood at the base of the tree, his hands on his hips and his glare on full wattage. “I am not scaling a tree to bring your petulant ass down to earth, Fullmetal."
"What was that?” Edward called mockingly. “I thought I heard something."
"I will get my gloves and burn you out."
Edward grinned to himself, and waved a hand in the air. "Good luck finding them!"
"I thought you were ignoring me,” Roy couldn’t resist in his exasperation.
“If you keep standing there jawing at me instead of climbing like you’re supposed to, I’ll piss on you.” Edward’s tone was deceptively bright and cheery.
Roy took a step back.
On one hand, Edward was acting like an actual child, and it was the most annoying thing he had dealt with in weeks. He shouldn’t be encouraged to pull shit like this, and Roy was an adult, DAMN it, and he would not be bullied into whatever the hell it was Edward was trying to get him to do.
On the other hand, who the fuck cared about dignity when the only other person within a hundred miles had had him on his back just the previous night with his ass in the air howling to the ceiling in pleasure?
Roy shadowed his eyes and frowned up at Edward. “I haven’t climbed trees in years,” he said.
“C'mon, Mustang, it’s just like falling off a bike."
Roy reached up to a branch, testing its strength. "I thought the idiom pertained to riding.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 335
Summary: "I will get my gloves and burn you out, if I have to."
“Nope,” Edward kicked his feet off the tree branch, balancing carefully. He was up there particularly high, and the sunlight glinting off his automail foot made him difficult to look at. “I’m ignoring you, you gotta come up here and MAKE me listen."
"I am not-” Roy stood at the base of the tree, his hands on his hips and his glare on full wattage. “I am not scaling a tree to bring your petulant ass down to earth, Fullmetal."
"What was that?” Edward called mockingly. “I thought I heard something."
"I will get my gloves and burn you out."
Edward grinned to himself, and waved a hand in the air. "Good luck finding them!"
"I thought you were ignoring me,” Roy couldn’t resist in his exasperation.
“If you keep standing there jawing at me instead of climbing like you’re supposed to, I’ll piss on you.” Edward’s tone was deceptively bright and cheery.
Roy took a step back.
On one hand, Edward was acting like an actual child, and it was the most annoying thing he had dealt with in weeks. He shouldn’t be encouraged to pull shit like this, and Roy was an adult, DAMN it, and he would not be bullied into whatever the hell it was Edward was trying to get him to do.
On the other hand, who the fuck cared about dignity when the only other person within a hundred miles had had him on his back just the previous night with his ass in the air howling to the ceiling in pleasure?
Roy shadowed his eyes and frowned up at Edward. “I haven’t climbed trees in years,” he said.
“C'mon, Mustang, it’s just like falling off a bike."
Roy reached up to a branch, testing its strength. "I thought the idiom pertained to riding.”
