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[notashortbean]

It's two in the morning, and Ed can't sleep. This actually isn't something that's new, necessarily, but he's actually learned to play considerate about it to others. Usually he'll just keep to himself and his room, and find ways to overwork his mind until he can fall asleep again - one hour, two hours, three or more hours later

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[snapcrackleburn]

One can only hope that Roy's house staff, to say nothing of the man's bodyguards, are sufficiently deep sleepers that the knocking will go unnoticed. After all, whatever Ed has in mind, he probably doesn't want it hampered by the arrival of uniformed sharpshooters, guns drawn and hyper-aware.

The noise certainly has no effect on Roy, as Ed predicted. The Fuhrer merely mutters something unintelligible in his sleep and rolls over, burrowing deeper into his eiderdown cocoon. It looks like whatever Ed wants, he's going to have to try a bit harder to get it.

[notashortbean]

Of course he is. And Ed knows that door's gonna be sealed, so he's not even going to try to open it. He kneels on the ground in front of the door, and alchemizes an opening in the door there that's just big enough for him to get through.

Someone else might be inclined to call it a 'cat flap', but he wouldn't, no way, no how. He does grumble a bit under his breath about the entire procedure, though, and gets rid of it as soon as he gets in. If he can make sure Roy doesn't find out how he got in, then all the better, because he knows he'd never hear the end of the jokes if it came out.

Ed makes his way over to the bed on his hands and knees, considering on his way what ways he could wake Roy up and not have him alert everyone and their damn mother on security. Suddenly this is dawning on him as a pretty stupid plan, but he's already into the thick of it.

[snapcrackleburn]

Ed should probably think carefully. Roy thinks fast and moves even faster once he's awake, and his gloves are always within easy reach on the bedside table. He's really deceptively innocent-looking while he's asleep, completely wrapped up in the blankets except for his face, the only sound in the room that of his deep and even breathing.

Well, at least until the loud meow suddenly pierces the relative silence. Roy's cat is, as usual, curled up on his hip, and a stray beam of light slipping in between the curtains makes the large green eyes glow. Not surprisingly, the cat is staring right at Ed's face.

"Nyaaaaa~o."

It sounds remarkably like some sort of statement.

[notashortbean]

Edward stares back at the cat. He's been nice to it for the past few days - he's even petted it once or twice! So maybe the animal'll take pity on him.

"You," he says, his voice low. "You wake 'im up. However you cats do it. Be hungry or something."

Ed's tone is rather petulant.