live action ed has little zippers on his sleeves which he would totally fiddle with while sitting in boring meetings with a certain superior, irritating certain superior to no end with the quiet zip zip zip
PUSHING BUTTONS
ZIP, ZIP, ZIP.
“And in the Southern Region, there were some reports of…”
ZIP, ZIP, ZIP.
“…intermittent border disputes…”
ZIP, ZIP, ZIP.
“…and…” Growing annoyed, he cannot finish his sentence. “Fullmetal? Are you listening to the briefing?”
“What? I’m sitting here with my ears open watching your stupid mouth move!” The youth on the sofa retorts leaving a grin spreading across his face.
Mustang stares the boy down then continues. “There are no reports of casualties, but the Fuhrer has requested more border patrols…”
ZIP, ZIP, ZIP.
“God damnit!” A vein pops up on the Colonel’s temple as he glares at his youngest subordinate. Havoc fails to stifle a chuckle. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Calm down, old man. I’m listening to you, I swear!”
Mustang answers with a growl and this time Hawkeye sighs.
“…As I was saying…”
ZIP, ZIP, ZIP.
“That’s it!” Roy lunges over the desk as Edward cackles loudly. The only thing keeping him from lighting the boy on fire are the firm hands of his lieutenant, holding him back.
“Brother!” Alphonse giggles but still reprimands his older sibling.
“What? What did I do?” Edward feigns innocence as he giggles in turn with his brother.
“Second Lieutenant Havoc!” Riza has a strong lock on the Colonel’s shoulders as he rants profanities. “Please remove Edward’s coat and hang it up.”
“Yes, sir!” The tall soldier turns to the young man, now sprawled nearly upside down on the sofa. “Hand it over, Cheif.” He extends his right hand.
“Aw…no fun.” Ed removes his heavy red coat slowly on purpose and the Second Lieutenant sighs then hangs the garment on the coat rack by the door.
Regaining his composure, their leader straightens up his jacket and takes a deep breath. “…we were not asked to send in reinforcements at this time, but I can’t guarantee that won’t be needed…”
ZIP. ZIP. ZIP.
“That’s it! I’m burning off all his clothes!” He made ready to snap.
“Sir!” Hawkeye didn’t know if she could restrain him further.
“What? What did I do?” Ed all but bats his eyelashes.
“Hand ‘em over, Chief.” Havoc once again stands in front of their youngest team mate and again, his open palm demands something.
“Awww.” Edward rolls his eyes.
“Your boots, hand ‘em over.”
The next day…
“…and in the Northern Region, we have reports from Fort Briggs of another attempt to…” A muffled growl interrupts Colonel Mustang’s daily briefing. He sighs and knows the source of the sound comes from Fullmetal. “Edward? Do you have anything to contribute?”
“Go to hell!” Edward, clad only in his skivvies, crosses his arms and sits back in the sofa with a huff.
“…as I was saying…” Mustang triumphantly continues his briefing in peace, for now.
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