Summary: Roy and Ed, in an alleyway. Sounds really meaningful, don't it?
Notes: sutlers gave me Gasoline, Kleptomania, Flashlight, and this is what my brain came up with: alleyway!porn. I think I got gasoline in there, in some abstract sort of way. Thanks as always to her for holding my hand and hammering metaphors into my head when I'm too dumb to connect the dots.
It should be raining, Roy thinks distantly. There should be rain and the stench of ruptured intestines splashed across the filthy wall of an alley, and Ed should be crying.