Post by Shadow Alchemist on Mar 9, 2011 14:34:44 GMT -5
Edward shuffled into the kitchen and pulled open the cupboard, looking for something to eat, as always. He pushed aside the boxes of assorted crackers, his mind set on something sweet. His eyes rested on a box shoved in the very corner, looking very battered as if somebody had stuffed it in unceremoniously. Which, he thought to himself, he probably had.
Much pulling and shoving and a few fallen boxes later, he managed to get out the package and toss it on the counter next to him.
Chocolate chip cookies.
Odd. He didn't remember buying these. Then again, how was he supposed to keep track of what he bought and what he didn't? But now that he thought about it, he didn't think he had actually ever had any before. He stared at them suspiciously for a while before ripping open the package and grabbing a few. He munched for a little while, his chin in his automail hand, resting on the counter top, while he stared listlessly out the window.
After his fifth cookie, though, there was a burning thirst in his throat, worse than he ever felt before. He tried to ignore it, but after two more cookies it really was becoming unbearable. Edward opened a different cupboard and grabbed a glass, filling it with water, and downing it.
It didn't help at all. In fact, it made him want to puke. What was going on? The thirst was getting worse, and he found it was getting hard to swallow. Franticly, he pulled open the refrigerator and searched for some other liquid to quench him, but there was nothing, nothing at all, except…
Al always kept a few bottles of milk, just in case he found yet another helpless kitten in the rain. And as much as he was terrified by the thought, he found he just knew that milk was the only thing that was going to help him. So, after a very desperate battle of will, he slowly pulled a bottle out and poured it into his glass.
His burning throat kept him from delaying it too long, though he did make a face at it before tipping the glass, waiting for the revolting substance to reach his mouth. But he found he couldn't even taste it, and the relief of his thirst being quenched was so sweet he drank down the entire glass without so much as a grimace.
Well. That was actually pretty satisfying. With a small smile, Edward put away the milk and cookies,
erasing all evidence that he had just done something he swore for years he would never do.
Later that day, long after the memory of his 'forbidden act' had been shoved out of his brain to make room for far more important things, such as where he had put his other sock, Al knocked on Ed's door, calling him for dinner. Grumbling a bit, he went down the stairs to join his brother at the table. After a meal of roasted chicken Al had bought at the store while he was out, Ed noticed the giant suit of armor kept launching into conversation at the most random times. Almost…almost as if he was covering a noise. Or, to be more precise, a meow.
"Alright Al, how many cats did you pick up this time?"
He looked surprised, then almost as if he was going to deny it, but then subsided to gloomy defeat.
"Just two…"
Ed sighed and leaned back in his chair, tuning out his brother's pleas of, "But it was raining!" After a few minutes Al left the table to grab something from the kitchen. When he returned, he had a bottle of milk, a little dish, and the box of cookies.
"I forgot to tell you, I got these for you yesterday, and I thought you might like them. But I can see you already found them, Brother." Alphonse put the box in front of his brother before bending down to take care of the cats. He seemed disappointed when he straightened and found Ed just staring at the cookies, not touching them. "…You don't like them?"
"Er, no, they were great, had a bunch this afternoon." He really didn't want to admit he had downed a whole glass of milk earlier. But Al gave such a disappointed "Oh…" that Ed opened the box and grabbed a few, ignoring the fact that he would have another bought of thirst if he ate them. He only ate two, but he could feel it starting in his throat again. Maybe if he just ignored it…
A few mere minutes later his eyes were almost watering. He needed milk! No, no, just ignore it, just ignore it-! Ah damn it, death by cookies?
"A-Alphonse?"
"Yeah?"
"Pass the milk, please."
Oh, I am so mean to Ed...
Okay, so I was eating cookies earlier, and this is what atually happens if I don't drink milk with them. And I got this wonderful idea here. Mwuahaha.
I was actually cackling evilly the whole time I was typing this. It is just so much fun to tease Edward.
Much pulling and shoving and a few fallen boxes later, he managed to get out the package and toss it on the counter next to him.
Chocolate chip cookies.
Odd. He didn't remember buying these. Then again, how was he supposed to keep track of what he bought and what he didn't? But now that he thought about it, he didn't think he had actually ever had any before. He stared at them suspiciously for a while before ripping open the package and grabbing a few. He munched for a little while, his chin in his automail hand, resting on the counter top, while he stared listlessly out the window.
After his fifth cookie, though, there was a burning thirst in his throat, worse than he ever felt before. He tried to ignore it, but after two more cookies it really was becoming unbearable. Edward opened a different cupboard and grabbed a glass, filling it with water, and downing it.
It didn't help at all. In fact, it made him want to puke. What was going on? The thirst was getting worse, and he found it was getting hard to swallow. Franticly, he pulled open the refrigerator and searched for some other liquid to quench him, but there was nothing, nothing at all, except…
Al always kept a few bottles of milk, just in case he found yet another helpless kitten in the rain. And as much as he was terrified by the thought, he found he just knew that milk was the only thing that was going to help him. So, after a very desperate battle of will, he slowly pulled a bottle out and poured it into his glass.
His burning throat kept him from delaying it too long, though he did make a face at it before tipping the glass, waiting for the revolting substance to reach his mouth. But he found he couldn't even taste it, and the relief of his thirst being quenched was so sweet he drank down the entire glass without so much as a grimace.
Well. That was actually pretty satisfying. With a small smile, Edward put away the milk and cookies,
erasing all evidence that he had just done something he swore for years he would never do.
Later that day, long after the memory of his 'forbidden act' had been shoved out of his brain to make room for far more important things, such as where he had put his other sock, Al knocked on Ed's door, calling him for dinner. Grumbling a bit, he went down the stairs to join his brother at the table. After a meal of roasted chicken Al had bought at the store while he was out, Ed noticed the giant suit of armor kept launching into conversation at the most random times. Almost…almost as if he was covering a noise. Or, to be more precise, a meow.
"Alright Al, how many cats did you pick up this time?"
He looked surprised, then almost as if he was going to deny it, but then subsided to gloomy defeat.
"Just two…"
Ed sighed and leaned back in his chair, tuning out his brother's pleas of, "But it was raining!" After a few minutes Al left the table to grab something from the kitchen. When he returned, he had a bottle of milk, a little dish, and the box of cookies.
"I forgot to tell you, I got these for you yesterday, and I thought you might like them. But I can see you already found them, Brother." Alphonse put the box in front of his brother before bending down to take care of the cats. He seemed disappointed when he straightened and found Ed just staring at the cookies, not touching them. "…You don't like them?"
"Er, no, they were great, had a bunch this afternoon." He really didn't want to admit he had downed a whole glass of milk earlier. But Al gave such a disappointed "Oh…" that Ed opened the box and grabbed a few, ignoring the fact that he would have another bought of thirst if he ate them. He only ate two, but he could feel it starting in his throat again. Maybe if he just ignored it…
A few mere minutes later his eyes were almost watering. He needed milk! No, no, just ignore it, just ignore it-! Ah damn it, death by cookies?
"A-Alphonse?"
"Yeah?"
"Pass the milk, please."
Oh, I am so mean to Ed...
Okay, so I was eating cookies earlier, and this is what atually happens if I don't drink milk with them. And I got this wonderful idea here. Mwuahaha.
I was actually cackling evilly the whole time I was typing this. It is just so much fun to tease Edward.
