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Ed has to deal with a housemate.
"All right. I can deal with her fixation on healthy food, Sensei was the same way. It's probably a female thing." Ed paused to glance suspiciously at Mustang. He could have sworn the man who terrorized hard-bitten generals every day and twice on Sundays had just squeaked.
Fic post from my archive.
Hughes is called on to intervene in a fight between Roy and Ed.
"This," Maas wiggled the carafe in his left hand, "is Gracia's special blend, which she presciently gave me a stash of in case I ever really needed to get Roy's attention at work. My wife is brilliant. Now," he repeated, "what got them going?"
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Ed thinks over what he knows about Roy.
"Bradley's office was buried in the middle of this building," Mustang pointed out. "Mine faces out over the city. And by standing at these windows, and being seen here, I say that I trust the loyalty of the people around me. Soldiers and civilians both."
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