Who: Edward Elric and Ichijouji Ken
What: Dogs need to be collared and made to obey~
Where: Down some random alley
When: Before the Masquerade
Rating: PG-13
Open: Unless you feel like becoming chewed up dog food and target practice, no.
"Al!" Edward called out as he opened the door. "I'll be out for a bit, not too long though!" He needed a walk right
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Ken was rather smugly pleased with himself, despite the fact someone else had given him the idea.
To make the taste of victory even greater, he was en route to meet a certain tempermental blonde, who from day one had been on his bad side. And today, he was finally going to teach the squirming insect a lesson about 'who's in charge here.'
The blunette stood, waiting. His D-3 would have affected the area around Ed, bringing him to a spot close to the cemetery, where no one particularly wanted to venture, and where he would have ample opportunity to achieve his mission ( ... )
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Oh hey, just like a certain Colonel he knew.
Especially not someone who dressed worth than a palm tree. Or someone who sounded too much like an arrogant brat he just now remembered that he had spoken to over the network system.
His eyes glinted, as he flashed one of his own smirks. "Oh, and who are you?"
And he did not just threaten Al. Because if he did, he was going to pay. And now was as good a time as any. Besides, he was really looking forward to beating this brat into a bloody pulp for every single word that had come out of his mouth. He'd get him later. "Bastard."
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"Such foul language. I was merely wondering if your actions were a wise choice. There are so many people to watch out for in this world...and we wouldn't want your brother to have an evil ring fall around his neck-"
Ken stopped walking to smirk, "well, actually, I would. But something tells me you're not so keen on that idea, hm~? Perhaps I should shift my focus to the girl you're fond of instead ( ... )
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The blue-haired boy stopped, closer to him. ...to the girl you're so fond of... Winry...He was threatening Winry too. His teeth ground together as his lips parted in a snarl, his only response a low growl.
His muscles tensed, a feral glint in his golden eyes. No, he wouldn't kill him. He wasn't that sort of person. But he was going to hurt him. Badly. Enough to keep him from even mentioning Al or Winry ever again.
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