Full Metal Alchemist, "Tactic," Russel/Edward, Danny/Al, PG
Drabble for SailorMac.
Tactic
by Mistress Quickly
Russel snickered. Fletcher blinked. Al crossed his arms over his chest and looked smug.
"Very funny, Al," said Edward, rolling his eyes. "Very funny."
"What?" said Al. "You're always complaining that your flesh foot gets cold on the bare floors and that the cold makes your automail ache!" He blinked at his brother in a mockery of innocence.
"Yes, and the jingle bells are just a coincidence, right?"
In Edward's metal hand were the socks Al had given him for Winter Solstice, thick red-and-green knitted things with nice leather treads on the bottom, whisper-soft and perfect for sneaking around the house. Along the cuffs were sewn eight brass jingle bells, defeating any sneaking Edward may have had in mind for his new footwear.
"Absolutely," said Al. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go call Danny."
Edward watched his brother go and rolled his eyes. Once he heard the boy's voice, greeting Danny, he clapped his hands and transmuted the jingle bells into little brass lips with a finger pressed to them in the motion of "shh." He held them up for Russel and Fletcher to see, beaming with smug pride.
Fletcher's face fell. "That's cheating!" he said.
"No," said Edward. "That's rewriting the rules."
But when Al returned and smacked his brother for ruining the bells, Fletcher laughed, slightly consoled that the matching pair of socks he'd gotten for his own older brother wouldn't be helping his sex life as he'd thought they would.
There was always the option of rigging the stairs with bells, anyway.
Tactic
by Mistress Quickly
Russel snickered. Fletcher blinked. Al crossed his arms over his chest and looked smug.
"Very funny, Al," said Edward, rolling his eyes. "Very funny."
"What?" said Al. "You're always complaining that your flesh foot gets cold on the bare floors and that the cold makes your automail ache!" He blinked at his brother in a mockery of innocence.
"Yes, and the jingle bells are just a coincidence, right?"
In Edward's metal hand were the socks Al had given him for Winter Solstice, thick red-and-green knitted things with nice leather treads on the bottom, whisper-soft and perfect for sneaking around the house. Along the cuffs were sewn eight brass jingle bells, defeating any sneaking Edward may have had in mind for his new footwear.
"Absolutely," said Al. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go call Danny."
Edward watched his brother go and rolled his eyes. Once he heard the boy's voice, greeting Danny, he clapped his hands and transmuted the jingle bells into little brass lips with a finger pressed to them in the motion of "shh." He held them up for Russel and Fletcher to see, beaming with smug pride.
Fletcher's face fell. "That's cheating!" he said.
"No," said Edward. "That's rewriting the rules."
But when Al returned and smacked his brother for ruining the bells, Fletcher laughed, slightly consoled that the matching pair of socks he'd gotten for his own older brother wouldn't be helping his sex life as he'd thought they would.
There was always the option of rigging the stairs with bells, anyway.