I can’t even describe how fast I did the coding convert-y thing for this, my dudes. And like lolololol what even are titles, who cares, just shove something in the box and hit “post”, amirite? XDDDD
“Well,” Ed says. He probes at his left-side molars with his tongue for a second, just in case, but nothing feels much looser than yesterday, so at least that’s a start. “Any bright ideas?”
“Several,” Roy says. “Of untold brilliance. Such as: it’s possible that I should stop assuring my enemies that they’ll never take me alive in a way that apparently sounds like a challenge.”
Ed has to admit that it’s preferable to the alternative, but just once—just once in his overly eventful little life—he would have liked this whole diplomatic mission thing to go off without a hitch.
* sits on his back porch with his legs propped up on the table, reading a book, drinking grapefruit Radler out of a pint glass they gave out in Dublith at the full solar eclipse celebration last year. He’s listening to the whole Stevie Winwood catalog and he’s humming the organ riff from “Gimme Some Lovin’.”
* rides his bike in the bike lane, on the trails, and in the park with his helmet on and no shirt, talks to kids at the splash pad about his automail, takes literally an hour to say goodbye to a dog who’s decided his lap his its new favorite place to nap
* puts his hair up into a messy man bun when he’s sweaty from pulling dead dandelions out of the yard, and fills up the whole compost bin before he decides he can be done
* wants to write his alchemical theories in a Moleskine but he can never find it, so he ends up writing them down on some printer paper that he’s cut or neatly torn into quarters. He half-rolls the notes and puts them in an orange juice can, back from when people used to drink frozen orange juice. He says he’s going to transcribe them into his Moleskine when he finds it but then he never gets to it
* smells like cedar and pheromones and the patio of the pub he met Roy at, where he abandoned a good two-thirds of his fries — his fries! — when they started talking about the band on Roy’s t-shirt. Ed had seen them a few times at a country fair a decade ago. The first time was hazy with pot smoke and the second time he remembers very clearly and wonders aloud if Roy was there too
* invites him over even though he really hasn’t cleaned up and he’s tracked in the detritus of the yardwork from earlier, but he knows that if he waits until he feels like he can impress Roy, he’ll never make a move. They sit in the shade and they talk and Roy picks up the book Ed was reading and Ed gets another beer and sits down next to him, a little nervous, but it’s too hot to really shiver even inside, so he just kind of doesn’t
* melts into Roy when they kiss for the first time, just a slow long sigh of gold and sunset and it’s almost dark and it’s still 92 degrees, the crickets are out, the rhododendrons are folded up and the evening stars are coming out, shining between the box elder trees.
Think about hawkeye having a key to mustangs humble abode because some mornings come about where its a half hour past mustangs starting shift so she has to drive down and enter his apartment where she knows he will be in the bedroom using snuggling edward (whom is either asleep or rather annoyed that mustang is all over him at 7 am) to not go to work. She has to stand in the doorway and glare at him and thats all it takes for him to jump out of his stupor. What is the point of mustang having his own car if he wont get his tush into it to go to work?
one time she sends havoc instead and when roy smells the cigarette smoke he jumps up like “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE???” and havoc smiles and says “hawkeye sent me. she said you’re less likely to do this again after i tell all the guys that you’re a cuddlebug and they and i tease the hell out of you for weeks about it.” and roy’s like “why couldn’t she just tell them that herself?” “because hawkeye doesn’t tease people. she has other people to do it for her. now come on, you’re late. mornin’ boss.” and ed’s like “‘sup” and turns over and goes back to sleep.
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