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Ed sat dejectedly in the corner of the library, burying himself in a book about the philosopher stone. For a brief second, he thought about Al and if he was alright, but that soon left when he remembered he was back home with Winry. Ed bitterly flipped through the pages quicker, hoping to get Al and Winry out of his head.
He knew Winry and himself had problems, what relationship didn't have problems ? But did that give her the right to go and confide in his damn brother ! His younger brother none the less ! Ed closed the book abruptly and slammed it back into the bookshelf.
Ed had done it. He finally got his brother's body back, along with his arm and leg. After all the work that he had done for Al in order for him to receive his body back, he went and got with Winry ! Oh but see, that wasn't his current problem. Maybe relevant in the lease, but not the biggest load of shit yet.
The biggest load of shit was no other then his older bastard of a boyfriend Roy. Roy had finally become Führer of Amestris, so of course he was always busy. Even still, Ed made changes to be able to be with Roy and spend time with him. Thought, that wasn't enough for Roy, or so Ed thought.
Playboy, man whore, slut attractor. Those were the three perfect words to describe Roy. You'd think since him and Ed had finally advanced to an intimate relationship, that Roy would settle down. Bullshit. Ed thought angrily to himself as he dug his hands in his pockets and started the walk home. He'd rather walk because of the rain.
When he had his prosthetic arm and leg, he couldn't be in the rain because it would rust up. Now he treasure the rain and was in it when ever he could be, even if it have him the worst colds possible.
The rain drops poured onto Ed's golden blonde hair, strands sticking to his cheeks and forehead. He made no move to fix it and grumpily continued to walked to the large house him and Roy shared. He was hungry, maybe he'd have take out since Roy probably wouldn't be home..
Ed had finally made it home and trudged inside of the house, kicking his boots off and stripping his clothes off as he walked farther and farther into the house. "God damnit.." Ed murdered as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror.
He had been...brooding. He was hurt..but of course the world didn't need to see that. He was the greatest alchemy user of all time, he managed to get his brother's body back, along with parts of his. He wasn't one to show that he was emotionally weak.
The warm water felt good on his skin. He scrubbed the dirt and grime off his skin and washed the rain water out of his hair. It had grown over the two years and now touched the back of his knees. He often thought about cutting it, but Roy would throw a bitch fit if he had.
Ed ran his fingers through his scalp with shampoo and all the way down to his ends. He did figure that he needed just a small hair cut, it was beginning to be to much for him to keep up with. "Stupid fucking hair.." He grumbled to hisself as he shut the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his body.
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After Ed had gotten dried off and dressed in a pair of loose sweat pants, he tied his long blonde hair into a messy ponytail. His stomach grumbled and he took a very much needed to the kitchen, hoping to feed himself.
Ed didn't notice the front door open, or even hear the foot steps that creaked around the house. All he was concerned about was feeding his stomach, which was howling by now. "Damnit, I hate cooking !" Ed sighed in annoyance and started picking up things he would need to make his meal.
Soon after, he used his alchemy to flame up whatever it was he was making and torched the entire kitchen. "Fuck.." He hissed in panic and tried to clean everything up. "DAMNIT WHERE THE FUCK IS ROY !" Ed threw down everything and leaned against the kitchen counter heavily, tears threatening to spill.
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