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scriveynerTitle: milk is the enemy
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 327
Summary: "There's milk in the icebox."
Edward opened the icebox and hesitated. A foreign bottle was sitting there, right smack on the main shelf. He did not normally run the groceries in the house – that was Rian’s job, he had taken the shopping list right out of Edward’s hand one day and declared that he wasn’t allowed to help with the shopping, especially if he was going to insult the vendors – so the appearance of the bottle was not necessarily quite that baffling.
All the same…
Rian was lying sprawled on the floor on his belly, a pencil hanging from his mouth and a cat curled up between his shoulder blades. He was reading, the chewed-upon pencil moving slightly in his mouth as he thought. Edward put his hands on his hips and glowered at the patchy-looking cat, who was purring softly.
A cat. This was going on the list of things Alphonse would never let him live down, ranked right under that one incident with the tree that he liked to pretend never happened. “Rian,” Edward said. “There’s milk in the icebox.”
“Yup.” Rian’s eyes didn’t leave the page he was reading.
“There’s milk in the icebox.”
“Heard you, colonel.” Still didn’t lift his eyes.
“Why is there milk-”
“Cats and sane people drink milk.” Rian turned the page.
“No one sane drinks milk,” Edward muttered, and while Rian didn’t lift his head, the cat did, squinting at Edward before yawning, tiny mouth exposing some wickedly sharp, if tiny, teeth. “That includes you,” he grumbled, but the kitten had put its head back down and went to sleep again.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Rian
Rating: T
Length: 327
Summary: "There's milk in the icebox."
Edward opened the icebox and hesitated. A foreign bottle was sitting there, right smack on the main shelf. He did not normally run the groceries in the house – that was Rian’s job, he had taken the shopping list right out of Edward’s hand one day and declared that he wasn’t allowed to help with the shopping, especially if he was going to insult the vendors – so the appearance of the bottle was not necessarily quite that baffling.
All the same…
Rian was lying sprawled on the floor on his belly, a pencil hanging from his mouth and a cat curled up between his shoulder blades. He was reading, the chewed-upon pencil moving slightly in his mouth as he thought. Edward put his hands on his hips and glowered at the patchy-looking cat, who was purring softly.
A cat. This was going on the list of things Alphonse would never let him live down, ranked right under that one incident with the tree that he liked to pretend never happened. “Rian,” Edward said. “There’s milk in the icebox.”
“Yup.” Rian’s eyes didn’t leave the page he was reading.
“There’s milk in the icebox.”
“Heard you, colonel.” Still didn’t lift his eyes.
“Why is there milk-”
“Cats and sane people drink milk.” Rian turned the page.
“No one sane drinks milk,” Edward muttered, and while Rian didn’t lift his head, the cat did, squinting at Edward before yawning, tiny mouth exposing some wickedly sharp, if tiny, teeth. “That includes you,” he grumbled, but the kitten had put its head back down and went to sleep again.
