This is my first Full Metal Alchemist drabble - well, fic, in general. Advices and constructive criticism are welcomed!
Title: Colonel Roy Gets into the Christmas Spirit
Summary: The title speaks for itself. (; Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13 for the word 'bastard'?
Word count: 826 characters.
“You bastard! I can’t believe you made me come out here to give you a report – on Christmas Eve, no less!” Edward sputtered, lingering under the doorframe.
The bastard in question smirked. Colonel Roy had set up an evil, evil trap, and to his evil, evil glee, Edward was walking straight into it. He was so overjoyed that things were going into plan that he nearly cackled.
“Edward…” Roy uttered, his cheeks tightening as his lips blossomed into an amused grin.
Edward, startled by the Colonel’s sudden change in demeanor, made eye contact with his superior. “C-Colonel?”
Roy slowly raised a hand in between them, pointing upwards his index and middle finger.
Suddenly feeling a sense of dread, Edward’s eyes followed – if not a bit reluctantly – the Colonel’s directing fingers. A strangled noise at the back of Edward’s throat managed to escape his lips.
-runs away- >.>;;