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scriveynerTitle: Leave Quietly
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 328
Summary: "Tel me it's not a bad idea."
Edward had a love and hate relationship with Roy’s new office. On the one hand, it was nice that his desk no longer sat with the others - it meant a modicum of privacy when needed, and an exploitable place to nap and pester Roy when he was supposed to be working.
On the other hand, it meant being called into the office took on a more sinister tone, especially when Roy instructed him to close the door without even looking up. The man had two moods while he was at work - playful, and ‘you’re fucked.'
(The second was not as fun as it sounded.)
Edward tapped his foot impatiently, standing before the huge desk as Roy continued to peruse his paperwork. The bastard made him wait, he liked to make Edward antsy, to put him on edge. “Well?” Edward asked, finally, when he couldn’t contain himself further.
“Tell me,” Roy said, still not looking up. “Tell me it’s not a bad idea to send you after a manuscript in the Nor-"
"Manuscript, what sort of manuscript?” Edward hopped from one foot to the other in his excitement. It wasn’t often that Roy offered him bait like this, it must be something he thought he could really use.
“Honestly, Fullmetal,” Roy said, putting his pen down. “Would you care to let me finish a sentence?"
"Sorry,” Edward muttered, not sorry in the slightest.
“There is a very old manuscript on dark alchemy that was discovered in the North Library archives. Would I be incorrect in my assumption that you have at least a moderate proficiency in Xerxian?"
Edward was still bouncing from foot to foot. "Speaking and reading, do they really not have anyone up there to translate-?"
"No one as capable as you, sadly enough.” Roy said pointedly.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 328
Summary: "Tel me it's not a bad idea."
Edward had a love and hate relationship with Roy’s new office. On the one hand, it was nice that his desk no longer sat with the others - it meant a modicum of privacy when needed, and an exploitable place to nap and pester Roy when he was supposed to be working.
On the other hand, it meant being called into the office took on a more sinister tone, especially when Roy instructed him to close the door without even looking up. The man had two moods while he was at work - playful, and ‘you’re fucked.'
(The second was not as fun as it sounded.)
Edward tapped his foot impatiently, standing before the huge desk as Roy continued to peruse his paperwork. The bastard made him wait, he liked to make Edward antsy, to put him on edge. “Well?” Edward asked, finally, when he couldn’t contain himself further.
“Tell me,” Roy said, still not looking up. “Tell me it’s not a bad idea to send you after a manuscript in the Nor-"
"Manuscript, what sort of manuscript?” Edward hopped from one foot to the other in his excitement. It wasn’t often that Roy offered him bait like this, it must be something he thought he could really use.
“Honestly, Fullmetal,” Roy said, putting his pen down. “Would you care to let me finish a sentence?"
"Sorry,” Edward muttered, not sorry in the slightest.
“There is a very old manuscript on dark alchemy that was discovered in the North Library archives. Would I be incorrect in my assumption that you have at least a moderate proficiency in Xerxian?"
Edward was still bouncing from foot to foot. "Speaking and reading, do they really not have anyone up there to translate-?"
"No one as capable as you, sadly enough.” Roy said pointedly.
