Title: Overreaction
Author: Jordanna Morgan (librarie@jordanna.net)
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Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Edward and Alphonse.
Setting: General.
Summary: The typical aftermath of one of Ed’s more questionable traits.
Disclaimer: They belong to Hiromu Arakawa. I’m just playing with them.
Notes: Written for the prompt word “Office” at Fan Flashworks.




“Why do I have to clean up this mess?” grumbled Edward for the fifth time, as he viciously slapped his hands together and pressed them against the wall, alchemically sealing shut a large hole in the plaster.

“Uh, because you were the one who made it?” Alphonse suggested, looking up from the transmutation circle he had chalked upon a dented metal desk across the room. Colonel Mustang had coldly advised him that Fullmetal didn’t deserve any help fixing his self-created disasters, but the boy just couldn’t help it. Ed was his brother, after all; and since his own metal body was inexhaustible, it wasn’t as if the work was really a bother for him.

…Apart from the fact that having to do it in the first place was just stupid and senseless, of course.

“Hey, it’s Mustang’s fault!” Ed shot back. “He was the one who made that crack about fitting me in a shoebox for undercover missions!”

Al swept a glance around the Colonel’s office. He took in the jagged holes in the walls, the scorch marks on the carpet, the overturned filing cabinets spilling out papers; even the light fixture dangling precariously by wires, having somehow been ripped out of the ceiling.

“Brother, are you honestly surprised that some people think you just… overreact to things?”

Edward’s head shot up instantly, his face turning scarlet with indignation.

Who says that about me? I’ll kill ’em!”

Alphonse could only shake his helmet and stare heavenward with a metallic sigh.

© 2017 Jordanna Morgan