Sex, Skirts, and Spies

Chapter 6

PLEASE NOTE 2 IMPORTANT THINGS:

1.) EDWARD IS STILL WEARING HIS DRESS AND STILL LOOKS LIKE A GIRL AND 2.) IN THIS STORY HE IS VERY SHORT. LIKE, MAYBE NOT EVEN 5 FOOT (OKAY HE’S LIKE 4”11 OKAY? OKAY.) That’s it. Enjoy Chappie 6 >3<

 

When Roy opened the door, the air escaped their lungs so fast both were about to faint. The room was, well, spectacular!

 

The balcony was the first thing Edward laid his eyes on. The curtains were made of lavender purple satin, swaying and allowing enough light to bounce into the room, illuminating it like it was heaven.

 

Then there was the kitchen, which had plenty of complementary foods. Edward eyed the small glass jars of honey and jams while Roy was focused on the coffee pot along with the coffee pouch beside it labeled BLACK COFFEE.  

 

The walls were plastered in fancy paintings, ones that probably cost as much as $10,00 each. Navy blues and creamy whites elegantly painted on the walls, creating designs made from angels.

 

“Well, I’m making coffee. Want any?” Roy shut the door behind them, dropped his luggage, then walked into the kitchen.

 

“Nah, not much of a coffee drinker.” Edward answered, still taking in all of the elegance the room had to offer.

 

“Why, afraid it’ll stun your growth even more?” He teased, turning his head around from the kitchen counter and sending a cheeky smirk to Ed.

 

“Gauh! WHO YOU CALLING A SHORT, SCARED LITTLE WEASEL!” Edward shouted, although Roy couldn’t take him seriously while he wore a dress and  mascara.

 

Suddenly, Roy burst out into laughter. The laughter was so strong, he kneeled on the floor to stable himself, afraid he’d tumblr over and land square on the floor.

 

“Um, what’s so funny?” Edward asked, walking over to the spot on the floor which Roy was know kneeling on.

 

“Its-It’s just that- *laugh* You’re, I can’t… I’m sorry.” Roy’s face was  redder than the dress Fullmetal was wearing.

 

“What, that I’m dressed up as a girl? Hmm? Is that it?” Ed growled, clenching his automail arm.

 

After Roy’s laughing fit, he regained his balance and began making coffee. He poured the already grounded up coffee grains into the filter. The aroma of fresh coffee filled his lungs, and he exhaled the heavenly scent slowly, letting the air wash out of him like a soft wave.

 

“So, now what?” Ed asked, taking a seat on one of the barstools. His legs dangled and whenever he swayed his automail leg, it’d clank ever so gently. Roy had been taking many mental notes on the boy since he met him that day in Resembool , and now he had another to add.

 

Fullmetal’s figure is so small, petite. He really does look like a girl. Funny, I guess he takes after his mother more, so does that mean Alphonse takes after his father? What does their father and late mother even look like-