Trick or treat FMA! <3
a continuation of x x x x x x x
“You’re dating the General!” Havoc shouts.
Ed pauses, spoonful of soup raised halfway to his mouth. “Uh, hi Jean. Please don’t yell that in the middle of a restaurant.”
Al turns away to try and hide that he’s laughing, which is largely ineffective. It’s still strange to see him so small, now that he has his body back and is out of the armor.
“He’s too old for you,” he says.
“I’m nineteen? I’ve killed people? Nearly died like, a hundred times too. So I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to take it up the ass if I feel like it,” he points out, and the calm, amused way he says that somehow makes it so much worse.
“God,” he says, horrified. “I feel like I should, I don’t know, go threaten him or something.”
“You’ve been out of the loop,” Al says, “I already did that two years ago.”
“TWO YEARS?” Jean shrieks.
Ed sighs and goes back to eating his soup.
