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[August 19] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Things That Aren't Quite as Expected
Title: Things That Aren't Quite as Expected (These Inconvenient Fireworks, part 3)
Day/Theme: Aug. 19, 2011 "this place called absence"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ed/Kimblee
Rating: PG
Author's comment: AU. Continued from the 16th and 18th. To be concluded tomorrow.
"Roy Mustang. We were colleagues in-"
"Ishval," Ed finished his sentence. He knew of the man. Mustang had been called the Flame Alchemist. Supposedly, he'd massacred hundreds of Ishvalans single-handedly without a wince. Alchemy-wise, he was said to have been very good. He was incarcerated now. He had been since prior to the end of the war. Total nutjob, he'd heard. Maybe this picture and its public display was actually stranger than the other.
"Not quite what the official reports made him out to be, unfortunately." Kimblee placed his hand on Ed's shoulder and steered him toward the round dining table. "He was a little over-harsh, perhaps, but all of us were guilty of that in Ishval. He was a lovely man."
"There's no one you can't find something nice to say about, is there?" Ed laughed.
"I'm sure there's someone," the colonel shrugged, "But most people tend to possess at least one or two admirable qualities. I find my fellow human beings to be infinitely interesting."
"Ha ha," Ed sat down at the table, "This is dinner?" On his plate appeared to be a grilled cheese sandwich topped with an egg, sunny side up. On the side of the plate were a few orange slices and a bit of sausage.
"I like eggs," Kimblee answered. "I guess this provides you with an understanding of what bachelor cooking is like. I'm quite adept with a frying pan."
"Coffee too." It smelled strong, but that was how Ed liked it. "With dinner."
"If you're afraid it will keep you up, I can pour you some juice."
"No, coffee's fine. It matches this, uh, bachelor breakfast sandwich." Ed reached toward the sandwich.
"Your gloves may get greasy," Kimblee warned him. He was a stickler for good manners, but he understood why, in public, Ed would prefer not to take his gloves off. Here, in the privacy of the colonel's apartment, was different. Ed pulled both off and set them aside.
It was true that the sandwich was a bit greasy, but it was also good. Ed sprinkled some pepper on top of it, took another bite, then added more. One section of egg white began to drip perilously over the side of the bread.
"My brother liked a lot of pepper too," the colonel explained and let out a low chuckle.
[to be concluded tomorrow, August 20th.]
Day/Theme: Aug. 19, 2011 "this place called absence"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ed/Kimblee
Rating: PG
Author's comment: AU. Continued from the 16th and 18th. To be concluded tomorrow.
"Roy Mustang. We were colleagues in-"
"Ishval," Ed finished his sentence. He knew of the man. Mustang had been called the Flame Alchemist. Supposedly, he'd massacred hundreds of Ishvalans single-handedly without a wince. Alchemy-wise, he was said to have been very good. He was incarcerated now. He had been since prior to the end of the war. Total nutjob, he'd heard. Maybe this picture and its public display was actually stranger than the other.
"Not quite what the official reports made him out to be, unfortunately." Kimblee placed his hand on Ed's shoulder and steered him toward the round dining table. "He was a little over-harsh, perhaps, but all of us were guilty of that in Ishval. He was a lovely man."
"There's no one you can't find something nice to say about, is there?" Ed laughed.
"I'm sure there's someone," the colonel shrugged, "But most people tend to possess at least one or two admirable qualities. I find my fellow human beings to be infinitely interesting."
"Ha ha," Ed sat down at the table, "This is dinner?" On his plate appeared to be a grilled cheese sandwich topped with an egg, sunny side up. On the side of the plate were a few orange slices and a bit of sausage.
"I like eggs," Kimblee answered. "I guess this provides you with an understanding of what bachelor cooking is like. I'm quite adept with a frying pan."
"Coffee too." It smelled strong, but that was how Ed liked it. "With dinner."
"If you're afraid it will keep you up, I can pour you some juice."
"No, coffee's fine. It matches this, uh, bachelor breakfast sandwich." Ed reached toward the sandwich.
"Your gloves may get greasy," Kimblee warned him. He was a stickler for good manners, but he understood why, in public, Ed would prefer not to take his gloves off. Here, in the privacy of the colonel's apartment, was different. Ed pulled both off and set them aside.
It was true that the sandwich was a bit greasy, but it was also good. Ed sprinkled some pepper on top of it, took another bite, then added more. One section of egg white began to drip perilously over the side of the bread.
"My brother liked a lot of pepper too," the colonel explained and let out a low chuckle.
[to be concluded tomorrow, August 20th.]