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Ed froze in the act of combing his hair with Mustang’s comb when he heard the alarm go off.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he thought. “An alarm on the weekend?!”Slowly, Ed set down the comb, trying to be quiet and hurriedly buckled up his belt, not bothering to tuck in his shirt. He’d planned to be long gone ( Read more... )

As the subject says, this is a random story with no title, no direction, and no planning as of yet. Perhaps there won't ever be any direction. So therefore I cannot give much in the way of Title, Warnings, Rating, Summary, etc ( Read more... )