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scriveynerTitle: shards of glass
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 327
Summary:
Edward was on his tip-toes, balanced somehow against the counter, trying to edge the glass onto the the cupboard shelf. It was just slightly out of his reach, and normally he would have boosted himself onto the counter and simply sat there putting the clean cups away, but normally he had two working arms - and normally he would be able to get this done before anyone else was awake.
But his arm was off (more like, ‘destroyed’), and he was dithering about, avoiding the trip to his mechanic and the potential doom that would bring him. He had been ordered three times to get to the train station and yet somehow something always came up. It had taken copious effort, but he had wormed a chink into the plate armor Mustang seemed to wear about him.
“What on earth are you doing?” Mustang’s voice in the doorway startled Edward, and he lost that precarious balance he had, dropping back to flat-foot on the floor. The glass that had very nearly edged onto its shelf tottered a second, and then tumbled over his head. He made a vain grab but missed, and Edward winced as the cup shattered on the tile.
If Roy wasn’t awake before, he certainly was now. “Fullmetal!"
"Sorry, sorry-” Edward patted his pockets, looking for the chalk he usually kept on him when his usual method of transmutation was unavailable. “I’ll fix it."
Roy crossed the kitchen and steered Edward away from the broken glass. "I’ve got half a dozen of those glasses easily,” he said, “Please, for the sake of my sanity, get out of my kitchen."
"YOUR kitchen?” Edward snorted, and Roy prodded him out of the room. “I was just trying to clean up."
"I applaud your efforts,” Roy said dryly. “Out.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 327
Summary:
Edward was on his tip-toes, balanced somehow against the counter, trying to edge the glass onto the the cupboard shelf. It was just slightly out of his reach, and normally he would have boosted himself onto the counter and simply sat there putting the clean cups away, but normally he had two working arms - and normally he would be able to get this done before anyone else was awake.
But his arm was off (more like, ‘destroyed’), and he was dithering about, avoiding the trip to his mechanic and the potential doom that would bring him. He had been ordered three times to get to the train station and yet somehow something always came up. It had taken copious effort, but he had wormed a chink into the plate armor Mustang seemed to wear about him.
“What on earth are you doing?” Mustang’s voice in the doorway startled Edward, and he lost that precarious balance he had, dropping back to flat-foot on the floor. The glass that had very nearly edged onto its shelf tottered a second, and then tumbled over his head. He made a vain grab but missed, and Edward winced as the cup shattered on the tile.
If Roy wasn’t awake before, he certainly was now. “Fullmetal!"
"Sorry, sorry-” Edward patted his pockets, looking for the chalk he usually kept on him when his usual method of transmutation was unavailable. “I’ll fix it."
Roy crossed the kitchen and steered Edward away from the broken glass. "I’ve got half a dozen of those glasses easily,” he said, “Please, for the sake of my sanity, get out of my kitchen."
"YOUR kitchen?” Edward snorted, and Roy prodded him out of the room. “I was just trying to clean up."
"I applaud your efforts,” Roy said dryly. “Out.”
