I PUNCHED GOD ONCE

She sighs lightly. She knew that Ed cared for Roy and her. He made it care for her to see sometimes. After all she was good at reading people.

“Edward, it’s alright to care about those who have helped you.” 

She says softly as she sits down.

“Have you already forgotten about what happened with Scar?” She asked. “He went to fight him while it was raining.” 

She know s that Ed doesn’t get along with Roy all the time. Though she knew deep down he cared about him.

“And maybe you could try being a bit nicer yourself? Maybe saying thank you once in a while. The colonel gets reckless with his actions when it’s to do with protecting you and your brother.”

Edward quit taking about your boners it's gross

Sebastian tensed at the question. Engel sent a worried glance in his direction, if armor could somehow look worried. He felt just as startled as his friend did, but the combination of being trapped in an inexpressive suit of armor and years of experience made it quite easy to hide how he was currently feeling. The boy was familiar. He had seen him around the military headquarters before, and Sebastian had mentioned him after he became a certified alchemist - they had become alchemists at roughly the same time. If he remembered correctly, his name was Edward Elric. He had been walking around with someone in a suit of armor the last few times he had seen him - his brother, Alphonse, right? People walking around in suits of armor were rare, especially in the military headquarters. It would make sense for Edward to mistake Engel for his brother. 

But being this close to him brought attention to something that had been easy to miss from a distance and he was shocked that he had never noticed it before. His features were striking Xerxian, with the golden eyes and golden hair that had been so characteristic of its people back when Xerxes was still around. What was even more surprising was his uncanny resemblance to a certain Xerxes man he had known quite well. Which was just as impossible as him carrying the blood of Xerxes, as that man should have died hundreds of years ago with the rest of his kingdom.

“Hi,” Engel finally said, still flustered but not wanting to draw attention to his hesitation. “I’m doing good.”

Sebastian awkwardly slipped off inside the room he had been about to enter with a half-wave and a smile in his friend’s direction. Though Engel desperately wished he wasn’t leaving him alone, he understood the logic behind it. He had a meeting, and the question had been directed towards Engel.

“How are you?” he asked.