theuncagedqueen:

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"It’s silly.  I just—I fought with Ed.  Of all people."

She swallows, wishing she could reach water from the floor.

"It was nothing.  Nothing."

"What’d he say?"

      “you sound a bit hectic. Sure everything’s fine?” 

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theuncagedqueen:

"I got in an hour ago, I think."

She speaks slow, to keep her words from sliding together.

"I just…I was just sitting here and I…I don’t remember why I called."

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"I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t called, I just—I had an awful day.  And I can’t stop thinking."

"You sound a little—"

       Off? No, her words were just strung one off the other, mechanic and unfitting. 

        “Wanna talk about it?”

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theuncagedqueen:

She drags the phone down from the table and holds the handset for a while.  Two bottles in—she’s barely keeping her head up.

She twists her fingers through the dial, and the ringing echoes through her head.

He picks up on the fourth, and she waits a moment before speaking.

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"Roy?  Are you there?"

"Yeah, still in the office." 

Roy leans back in his chair, yanking the receiver over the further back he goes, “How are things over there?”

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justarrogant:

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[ frisbees latest report at Mustang’s face ]

metalandsin:

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"Hah, you know, sometimes I forget just how similar you and the Lieutenant are. Did you pick that up from her? Running away instead of dealing with something? I thought you were better than that, Colonel.”

"There really is nothing like watching a useless rut dig his grave."

        “Care to repeat that, Ed?”

sinfularrogance:

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❝ I imagine I could, though the regular
   rabble has migrated to a location I have
   no interest in uncovering.

   Yet.

As far as I’m concerned, it’s only a matter of
   time before your infamous half-pint 
   comes crawling back to carry out some 
   deluded vengeance. 

"While he is an idiot, I wouldn’t try planning your steps around him just yet." 

      “That—and the brat has a knack for bad timing.”

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metalandsin:

moment, he felt his stomach sink. He couldn’t possible be serious. Then again, how often had he seen the Colonel crack a joke. Well, a good one, at least. 

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"-You’re kidding, right? You’d really trust me under someone else’s command?"

"Get out, Elric." How many times did he have to repeat it? "That was an order." 

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sinfularrogance:

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❝ Technically speaking, you could.
    But the result might be —
    less than satisfactory.

    However, I’m not one
    to miss out on opportunistic
    entertainment.

    I want company. Distraction.
    What with Father being tied up
    with work,
    he just couldn’t leave a child
    unsupervised

"Brilliant. Well, I can promise you find that here. Isn’t there some other gang of cretins you can go hassle?"

metalandsin:

[12:07:23 AM] Lindsay: Al is just in the bg
[12:07:26 AM] Lindsay: writing his obituary
[12:07:29 AM] Lizroyko: omfg
[12:07:39 AM] Lindsay: edward elric: a dumbass
[12:07:41 AM] Lindsay: my brother
[12:07:43 AM] Lindsay: who was an idiot
[12:07:47 AM] Lindsay: and got what he deserved
[12:07:52 AM] Lindsay: for being a huge jerk to everyone
[12:07:54 AM] Lindsay: all the time
[12:07:57 AM] Lindsay: he leaves behind me
[12:08:01 AM] Lindsay: in this fucking suit of armor
[12:08:02 AM] Lindsay: thanks a lot
[12:08:04 AM] Lindsay: you asshole

{ And yet, he’s still not sorry. }

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sinfularrogance:

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❝ A quarter to the curse jar, Colonel.
    You’re lucky I don’t run and tell Father. 

"I hardly think that’d make a difference." 

        “Can I ask what you want this time?” 

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