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scriveynerTitle: mini golf
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 333
Summary: “You have a - where did you GET that?”
“You have a - where did you GET that?” Roy shoved the patio door open, and Edward grinned at him, twirling the putter and completely naked. His nudity didn’t particularly faze Roy - Ed turned up naked most of the time, having shifted to and from his lupine form in the process of getting home.
The golf club, on the other hand….
“So you know that swank country club about five miles from here,” Edward rested the putter on his shoulder as Roy slid the door shut behind him and locked it.
“That ritzy one you got us thrown out of last year?” Roy asked with a sigh, already knowing the direction of the conversation. Edward was dripping wet, naked, and had a golf club. The only thing he was missing was some wealthy lady’s handbag.
“That’s the one,” he nodded. “So, Russell had a lead on this water sprite -"
"Russell,” Roy said, the name dripping with venom. There was only the slightest pause before Edward continued his narrative, resolute that Roy’s dislike of the other wolf not put a damper on his evening.
“Said it had been popping up in the water hazards in golf courses all across the state.” He switched hands on the putter to wipe his dripping bangs out of his eyes. “Apparently the thing was sucking some kind of mojo off the golf players, they’d get real ill for a while. Maybe just life force type stuff, I didn’t ask for details."
Roy suddenly recalled the newspaper article he had seen about a country club closing due to a rash of unexplained illness among its patrons. "And, pray tell, did you get any type of payment for your services?"
Edward held out the golf club, and Roy rolled his eyes. "Can’t eat that."
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 333
Summary: “You have a - where did you GET that?”
“You have a - where did you GET that?” Roy shoved the patio door open, and Edward grinned at him, twirling the putter and completely naked. His nudity didn’t particularly faze Roy - Ed turned up naked most of the time, having shifted to and from his lupine form in the process of getting home.
The golf club, on the other hand….
“So you know that swank country club about five miles from here,” Edward rested the putter on his shoulder as Roy slid the door shut behind him and locked it.
“That ritzy one you got us thrown out of last year?” Roy asked with a sigh, already knowing the direction of the conversation. Edward was dripping wet, naked, and had a golf club. The only thing he was missing was some wealthy lady’s handbag.
“That’s the one,” he nodded. “So, Russell had a lead on this water sprite -"
"Russell,” Roy said, the name dripping with venom. There was only the slightest pause before Edward continued his narrative, resolute that Roy’s dislike of the other wolf not put a damper on his evening.
“Said it had been popping up in the water hazards in golf courses all across the state.” He switched hands on the putter to wipe his dripping bangs out of his eyes. “Apparently the thing was sucking some kind of mojo off the golf players, they’d get real ill for a while. Maybe just life force type stuff, I didn’t ask for details."
Roy suddenly recalled the newspaper article he had seen about a country club closing due to a rash of unexplained illness among its patrons. "And, pray tell, did you get any type of payment for your services?"
Edward held out the golf club, and Roy rolled his eyes. "Can’t eat that."
