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Title: First Date
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 331
Summary: "Is that my old suit?"
Tuesdays were stupid, Edward had decided long ago. They followed Mondays on his chain of hatred. Tuesdays were meeting days, and boy did those old windbags in the senior staff love to chatter. On top of that, the diplomats from Xing were in town again and everyone had lost their shit over their them and Edward well, he had a fucking job to do, didn’t he?
So he was trapped in his office two hours past shift’s end, trying desperately to think of a way to accidentally brick Senior Colonel Neuhaus into his office when Rian knocked on the door. “Colonel, what are you still doing here?"
Edward looked up, and he honestly felt his irritation derail.
Rian had, from somewhere, procured a familiar-looking suit. It was old, and slightly worn, but it made him look five years older, and he had not only combed his hair but slicked it back as well. "Why are you staring at me like that?” Rian touched a hand to his head, and then shook his head. “No matter, we’re going to be late, Colonel; it’ll look bad if you turn up late to this."
"Turn up late to what?” Edward was so confused, and he couldn’t quite process Rian at the moment.
“The concert,” Rian said impatiently. “The performance by the delegation from Xing? Captain Hawkeye was supposed to be your bodyguard for this but I talked her out of it. You owe me for that, by the way.” He crossed his arms and frowned. “And that Xingian Prince keeps looking at you the same way you look at a steak."
"Are you wearing my old suit?” Edward asked weakly.
“I had to do some creative alchemy to get the trousers to fit right,” Rian pointed at the clock. “We have to go now, Colonel.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 331
Summary: "Is that my old suit?"
Tuesdays were stupid, Edward had decided long ago. They followed Mondays on his chain of hatred. Tuesdays were meeting days, and boy did those old windbags in the senior staff love to chatter. On top of that, the diplomats from Xing were in town again and everyone had lost their shit over their them and Edward well, he had a fucking job to do, didn’t he?
So he was trapped in his office two hours past shift’s end, trying desperately to think of a way to accidentally brick Senior Colonel Neuhaus into his office when Rian knocked on the door. “Colonel, what are you still doing here?"
Edward looked up, and he honestly felt his irritation derail.
Rian had, from somewhere, procured a familiar-looking suit. It was old, and slightly worn, but it made him look five years older, and he had not only combed his hair but slicked it back as well. "Why are you staring at me like that?” Rian touched a hand to his head, and then shook his head. “No matter, we’re going to be late, Colonel; it’ll look bad if you turn up late to this."
"Turn up late to what?” Edward was so confused, and he couldn’t quite process Rian at the moment.
“The concert,” Rian said impatiently. “The performance by the delegation from Xing? Captain Hawkeye was supposed to be your bodyguard for this but I talked her out of it. You owe me for that, by the way.” He crossed his arms and frowned. “And that Xingian Prince keeps looking at you the same way you look at a steak."
"Are you wearing my old suit?” Edward asked weakly.
“I had to do some creative alchemy to get the trousers to fit right,” Rian pointed at the clock. “We have to go now, Colonel.”