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Alphonse rolled his eyes heavenward as his brother burst into another tangent about the "shit-eating Colonel" as they turned the corridor. It had been three months since they had returned to Central after the transmutation, and two weeks since Brigadier General Roy Mustang had refused Edward's resignation on the grounds that the military would never allow such an asset to be running around the country unsupervised.
Well... not really unsupervised. Alphonse was there, after all, and he thought himself to be pretty good at reining in his brother when needed. A lot better than the military, that was for sure.
Still, it peeved him that the military wouldn't let his brother go... but at the same time, he understood why. And he understood that it wasn't really Mustang's fault where the rules were concerned, but it didn't stop Ed from making a fuss every time he had to report in.
"And then!" Ed was fuming as he stomped ahead, perhaps five steps in front of Al and walking backward so that he could face his younger brother and make sure that Al was paying attention to him. Edward didn't even notice as the other people in the hall made themselves scarce, not wanting to be around when the Fullmetal Alchemist was on a stampede like this. Secretaries gave him a wide berth to ensure that he wouldn't walk into them while they were carrying confidential reports.
"Would you believe the nerve of that bastard?" Ed was fuming, as Alphonse had missed the last part of the rant.
Al only shoved his hands in his pockets in an effort not to throttle his brother, and smiled. "I'm sure you're only reading into it, brother." Yes. Good. That was a vague enough answer that Ed would never know Al wasn't listening.
"Ha!" Ed kicked at the ground, obviously still miffed. But now that the rant was dying down, he only frowned at Al rather than offer another mouthful of insults. "Of course I'm reading into it! How else should I take his words? The manipulative bastard does nothing but insinuate things- it's better to be able to catch what he's saying than be oblivious!"
Although, Alphonse thought with amusement, it seemed that his brother was still rather oblivious to Mustang's insinuations. "I meant that you're reading too much into it. It can't be as bad as you say."
"Of course he's not that bad. He's worse."
Al bit back his usual statement about how Mustang had helped them before, and came through for them when they really needed him.
"Who's 'worse'?"
Ed gave a strangled noise of protest as a stack of files landed on his head, already knowing who the owner was by the smug voice and Al's quirked smile.
"Oh, fuck off, Colonel," He muttered, anger having already dissipated from the past half hour of his tantrum.
"That's Brigadier General to you, Fullmetal." Mustang answered smugly as he gave Alphonse a nod of acknowledgment and lifted his papers from Ed's head. "You really need to address those in the military properly, as you seem to fall a bit... short on knowledge of military regulations."
"Good morning, Brigadier General," Alphonse said brightly, ignoring the remark and his brother's snarl of protest as Ed swiped unsuccessfully at the stack of files that Mustang was holding just out of reach.
"Good morning, Alphonse. Here to keep your brother out of trouble, I presume?"
"I'm more concerned about Central headquarters' integrity, actually." Alphonse quipped brightly. "I'm sure brother can take care of himself."
"Al~" Ed protested, unsure whether that had been a compliment or an insult.
"I'm sure that Fullmetal's much too small a presence to cause much trouble, then." Mustang replied. "You'd worry so much, Alphonse. We'll only be but a little while to debrief him."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALL ENOUGH TO BE A PINT-SIZED ACTION FIGURE THAT'S STUCK IN THE LINT IN YOUR POCKET?!"
Al coughed as he drew his brother's attention away from Mustang, giving Ed a reassuring pat on the arm. It really didn't help to stand too close to Ed at moments like that and point out exactly how much taller the younger brother was to the older.
"I'll be off to the library, then! The debriefing should take... two hours? Three? I'll be back by four or so, then."
Mustang looked surprised, then nodded as comprehension dawned.
"Make sure you get lunch as well," Ed commented offhandedly, finally grabbing the files that Mustang had been holding over the shorter boy's head. "You shouldn't miss meals."
"Of course not!" Alphonse assured him, then turned to Mustang. "Make sure to feed my brother?"
"Hey! I can feed myself just fine!"
Mustang smirked and consented. "But of course. I know this very nice restaurant on 22nd St for lunch..."
Alphonse only rolled his eyes once again as he watched the two of them snark at each other as they headed down the hallway, and grinned as the two of them turned the corner.
Well. Maybe he had to admit that Mustang might have had slightly ulterior motives keeping his brother in the military, but Alphonse was pretty sure that it wasn't all to do with alchemy and combat skills.
mirai_mayAlphonse rolled his eyes heavenward as his brother burst into another tangent about the "shit-eating Colonel" as they turned the corridor. It had been three months since they had returned to Central after the transmutation, and two weeks since Brigadier General Roy Mustang had refused Edward's resignation on the grounds that the military would never allow such an asset to be running around the country unsupervised.
Well... not really unsupervised. Alphonse was there, after all, and he thought himself to be pretty good at reining in his brother when needed. A lot better than the military, that was for sure.
Still, it peeved him that the military wouldn't let his brother go... but at the same time, he understood why. And he understood that it wasn't really Mustang's fault where the rules were concerned, but it didn't stop Ed from making a fuss every time he had to report in.
"And then!" Ed was fuming as he stomped ahead, perhaps five steps in front of Al and walking backward so that he could face his younger brother and make sure that Al was paying attention to him. Edward didn't even notice as the other people in the hall made themselves scarce, not wanting to be around when the Fullmetal Alchemist was on a stampede like this. Secretaries gave him a wide berth to ensure that he wouldn't walk into them while they were carrying confidential reports.
"Would you believe the nerve of that bastard?" Ed was fuming, as Alphonse had missed the last part of the rant.
Al only shoved his hands in his pockets in an effort not to throttle his brother, and smiled. "I'm sure you're only reading into it, brother." Yes. Good. That was a vague enough answer that Ed would never know Al wasn't listening.
"Ha!" Ed kicked at the ground, obviously still miffed. But now that the rant was dying down, he only frowned at Al rather than offer another mouthful of insults. "Of course I'm reading into it! How else should I take his words? The manipulative bastard does nothing but insinuate things- it's better to be able to catch what he's saying than be oblivious!"
Although, Alphonse thought with amusement, it seemed that his brother was still rather oblivious to Mustang's insinuations. "I meant that you're reading too much into it. It can't be as bad as you say."
"Of course he's not that bad. He's worse."
Al bit back his usual statement about how Mustang had helped them before, and came through for them when they really needed him.
"Who's 'worse'?"
Ed gave a strangled noise of protest as a stack of files landed on his head, already knowing who the owner was by the smug voice and Al's quirked smile.
"Oh, fuck off, Colonel," He muttered, anger having already dissipated from the past half hour of his tantrum.
"That's Brigadier General to you, Fullmetal." Mustang answered smugly as he gave Alphonse a nod of acknowledgment and lifted his papers from Ed's head. "You really need to address those in the military properly, as you seem to fall a bit... short on knowledge of military regulations."
"Good morning, Brigadier General," Alphonse said brightly, ignoring the remark and his brother's snarl of protest as Ed swiped unsuccessfully at the stack of files that Mustang was holding just out of reach.
"Good morning, Alphonse. Here to keep your brother out of trouble, I presume?"
"I'm more concerned about Central headquarters' integrity, actually." Alphonse quipped brightly. "I'm sure brother can take care of himself."
"Al~" Ed protested, unsure whether that had been a compliment or an insult.
"I'm sure that Fullmetal's much too small a presence to cause much trouble, then." Mustang replied. "You'd worry so much, Alphonse. We'll only be but a little while to debrief him."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALL ENOUGH TO BE A PINT-SIZED ACTION FIGURE THAT'S STUCK IN THE LINT IN YOUR POCKET?!"
Al coughed as he drew his brother's attention away from Mustang, giving Ed a reassuring pat on the arm. It really didn't help to stand too close to Ed at moments like that and point out exactly how much taller the younger brother was to the older.
"I'll be off to the library, then! The debriefing should take... two hours? Three? I'll be back by four or so, then."
Mustang looked surprised, then nodded as comprehension dawned.
"Make sure you get lunch as well," Ed commented offhandedly, finally grabbing the files that Mustang had been holding over the shorter boy's head. "You shouldn't miss meals."
"Of course not!" Alphonse assured him, then turned to Mustang. "Make sure to feed my brother?"
"Hey! I can feed myself just fine!"
Mustang smirked and consented. "But of course. I know this very nice restaurant on 22nd St for lunch..."
Alphonse only rolled his eyes once again as he watched the two of them snark at each other as they headed down the hallway, and grinned as the two of them turned the corner.
Well. Maybe he had to admit that Mustang might have had slightly ulterior motives keeping his brother in the military, but Alphonse was pretty sure that it wasn't all to do with alchemy and combat skills.