Title: Why Al Never Lies
Author:
michechuRating: PG-13
Genre: Distilled crack, humor.
"Hey, Al?"
"Yeah?" Al looked up from his book and found his brother standing a few feet away, shuffling nervously. "What is it, brother?"
Ed was looking very pointedly at the floor, and Al closed the book. Ed winced slightly when Al's metal joints creaked from the motion, and Al tilted his helmet just slightly in concern.
"Uh...last night, you didn't happen to come by my room, did you?"
Now Al was looking at the floor. "Er, nope! Why would you think that?" Motion, then, from the vicinity of Al's helmet. He could feel Ed's gaze narrowing on him.
"It's just that I-- um, got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and my door was cracked open. Thing is, I clearly remember closing it before I went to bed."
"M-must have been the wind, brother."
"Al...you didn't...see anything, did you?"
Al's mind raced frantically for an answer, anything except yeah brother, I saw you with your hand down your shorts and I stood there watching you through the crack until you were finished because I'm a complete pervert and I don't know why.
"Nope! I didn't see anything," there was more motion from Al's helmet, this time accompanied by a loud groaning sound.
"Al!"
Why did he think he could lie to his brother and get away with it? A steel body and a perfect poker face, yet Al still couldn't lie to save his life-- because this body betrayed him.
"Al, you know that when you lie, your horn grows."
Edit: I actually attempted the prompt I mentioned in a previous post, which was "Cardamom, virginity, 'No one has to know but us', less than 100 words". It was so short that I didn't think it deserved a post by itself so I initially wasn't going to share it, but I figure I can let it piggyback on this drabble.
Oh, and I completely failed to fit the quote in. =D I only had 100 words to work with! It, uh...is also incredibly sappy. >_>
Edward's first time wasn't perfect. He remembered shy touches, clumsy kisses and being so nervous that his stomach was in knots. What if he doesn't like what he sees? Ed asked himself as another article of clothing was peeled off. What if I do something wrong? He wondered every time his touches were rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.
It wasn't until afterwards, when he was wrapped in Al's firm embrace and breathing in the scent of cardamom that always seemed to follow him, that Ed thought: it wasn't perfect, but Al was.