Imitation is the Most Sincere Form of Flattery
Cephied Variable

"Screw him!"

"Brother!"

Ed was walking faster than usual, his hands shoved as deep in his pockets as he could fit them and his shoulders drawn up to his ears. He looked like a wiretrap ready to spring or a panther ready to pounce. An Edward Elric in this tense a state was certainly a dangerous creature- and yet, Al asked him anyways.

"What did he do this time?"

Al could almost hear the snap in his brother's temper, "What did he do?" the boy growled, halting his suicide pace and yanking his hands out of his pockets, "What did he do?"

"That is what I asked." Al said quietly.

Ed made a wordless sound born of pure rage, "Gah- what doesn't he do?" without warning, Ed leapt onto the nearest public bench with a thud and a twirl, " 'Oh, look at me! I'm Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist!' " Ed closed his eyes and flailed his hands about in a comical mockery of the Colonel's elegant hand gestures, " 'Everyone thinks I'm soooooo cool just because I can manipulate the oxygen in the air! I bet YOU couldn't do that! Hey- I might be up for a promotion soon even though I don't do a lick of work around the office. I'm just a bastard that way- oh, phooey! I'm late for a date! Wait- were you saying something Edward? I couldn't hear you since you're so SHORT!' " Ed opened his eyes and huffed loudly, flopping down into a sitting position and swinging his legs in agitation.

Al simply watched in morbid fascination.

"Who thinks he's so great anyways!" Ed demanded, throwing his arms into the air.

Al would have smiled if he could, "You do."

Ed blinked a few times before he understood exactly what his brother was attempting to imply. A heavy shudder rippled through his body and he flushed a deep red. Once he recovered, Edward stood lazily, "In your dreams Al." he forced a harsh laugh and spun on his heel, "I hate him more than I hate-" a frustrated noise, a slight shake of his head, "More than I hate milk!" he cried extravagently.

"Of course." Al stiffled a snicker.

Ed shot his brother a glare over his shoulder, "Just... shut up, Al."