Christ we're giant whores for logs lately
Who: Princess Schizo princemunculus & Cyborg Science Nerd steelalchemy
What: Ed's hurt and Ling is over protective and possibly retarded.
When: Monday night/tuesday morning who knows, some time after Ed fights Moe the Cockroachmunculus
Where: 5-2
Warnings: intense mother henning and constant bitching
It seemed like the fun never ended with Team Amestris. If it wasn't Envy fighting Mustang, then it was Miss Hawkeye or Sir Edward the Boneheaded getting injured by weird space homunculi or something. It was more than Ling would have cared to get involved in, and if it had been a year ago he would have more than likely ignored it, perhaps feigning concern or commenting around with 'get well soon' wishes where appropriate. He'd become exceptionally good at faking after so many years of dealing with Xingese royals, servants, and assassins, after all.
As things stood now, he'd gotten to know the other people from his planet fairly well, and while they perhaps weren't his best friends in the universe, he did genuinely care about them. Maybe that was why he'd urged Greed to let Ed use their stone to help Hawkeye, and maybe that was why he insisted upon Ed staying with him for a while while he was recovering from his fight.
And maybe that was why he was standing in front of said alchemist, wearing Shinjiro's apron, with a very unmanly bandanna holding his hair back. He was holding a tray of food that he'd cooked all by himself just for the alchemist, and was half glaring at the blond that had already climbed half out of bed.
"What did I tell you? Get your butt back in bed! You're not fully healed yet, you dolt! I told you that I was gonna bring your food in!"
No, this wasn't gay at all, what are you talking about.
What: Ed's hurt and Ling is over protective and possibly retarded.
When: Monday night/tuesday morning who knows, some time after Ed fights Moe the Cockroachmunculus
Where: 5-2
Warnings: intense mother henning and constant bitching
It seemed like the fun never ended with Team Amestris. If it wasn't Envy fighting Mustang, then it was Miss Hawkeye or Sir Edward the Boneheaded getting injured by weird space homunculi or something. It was more than Ling would have cared to get involved in, and if it had been a year ago he would have more than likely ignored it, perhaps feigning concern or commenting around with 'get well soon' wishes where appropriate. He'd become exceptionally good at faking after so many years of dealing with Xingese royals, servants, and assassins, after all.
As things stood now, he'd gotten to know the other people from his planet fairly well, and while they perhaps weren't his best friends in the universe, he did genuinely care about them. Maybe that was why he'd urged Greed to let Ed use their stone to help Hawkeye, and maybe that was why he insisted upon Ed staying with him for a while while he was recovering from his fight.
And maybe that was why he was standing in front of said alchemist, wearing Shinjiro's apron, with a very unmanly bandanna holding his hair back. He was holding a tray of food that he'd cooked all by himself just for the alchemist, and was half glaring at the blond that had already climbed half out of bed.
"What did I tell you? Get your butt back in bed! You're not fully healed yet, you dolt! I told you that I was gonna bring your food in!"
No, this wasn't gay at all, what are you talking about.