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Descent

Chapter Twenty

Drinking Games

�I�m
going home.��

Ed looked
up at the owner of the tired voice, then to the clock on the wall.� It was time
for normal people to go home, but
Mustang had been staying late since Ed had gotten back to Central.� Even before that, from what he�d heard.

The blond
stretched, but not too much.� He didn�t
want to tear another seam in his black jacket.�
Marking his place in the book, Ed flopped it
onto the table with the rest of his research materials.� �Yeah me too.� Glad it�s Friday.�

�Why? �All you do is read at home too,� Mustang said
dolefully.

Ed
grinned.� �Yeah, but that�s different.�

The colonel
sighed.� �I guess.�

The younger
alchemist frowned.� Something was
wrong.� The dark haired man seemed
distracted and depressed.� �You
okay?�� Ed asked, standing up and pulling
on his red overcoat.�

�Yeah,
just tired I suppose.��

As they
walked down the hall, the teen looked at the colonel in concern.� He�d never seen the man looking so despondent
before.� Ed didn�t think it could be
because of the shouting match with Havoc, but�.�
�So what was that earlier with the lieutenant?��

�That�s
classified,� the older man said simply, making it clear that questions in that
area were not welcome.

�Okay�� Ed said as they left the building.�

The blond
alchemist stuffed his gloved hands in his pockets and grinned.� Normally he wouldn�t be too uncomfortably hot this time of year with all the layers he
wore, but he was uncomfortable given
the tightness in his clothing.� The thought
made him grin all the more.� It hadn�t
been until Mustang had pointed out that the woman probably hadn�t shrunk his
clothes after all, but that he was growing, that had Ed even conceived of the
possibility that he could be getting taller.�

Suddenly
a thought came to him and he frowned.� If
he grew too much, he�d need another set of automail made for him, and that
meant going back to Rizembool.� Ed took
in a deep breath and let it out slowly.�
The last time Winry had made him a new automail leg she�d told him that
she had made it extendable up to an inch.�
He would be able to do the extensions himself for half of that inch, but
he�d need an automail mechanic to do the other half inch.� After that, he�d need a new one made.

Ed felt
guilty all over again, thinking about how he had treated Winry that night, and
all the bad things he had thought about her since he�d woken from the
hospital.� He rubbed the back of his neck
in embarrassment.� He really had been jealous.�

It had
taken someone else forcing him to confront the truth to make him see it though.

He really
had been acting childish��

Ed moved
his hand from his neck and moved it beneath his red coat to the pocket where
he�d put the pack of smokes and the lighter Havoc had given him.� Fishing one of the cigarettes out, Ed slipped
it between his lips while he dug out the lighter.

When the
young alchemist found what he was looking for, he lit the smoke and inhaled,
glad that he wasn�t coughing.� He�d only
had one other cigarette since his first one, and he had only coughed once while
smoking that one.� The blond felt glad
that he was finally getting used to it.�
He�d look pretty stupid if he were hacking and coughing every time�

Without
warning Ed felt himself being grabbed and turned around.� �What the hell
are you doing?� the colonel shouted.

The teen
only stared wide eyed at the angry looking man for a moment, not understanding
what he had done wrong.� When he didn�t
say anything, the colonel grabbed the cigarette from Ed�s mouth and shook it.� �This Ed.� What are you
doing with this?�

�Smoking
it�� he answered hesitantly.

The dark
haired man�s eyes narrowed and he glared dolefully at the blond.� �You know what I mean.�

Suddenly
Ed felt angry and he snatched the cigarette back.� �If I want to start smoking, that�s my
choice!� I�m not a kid!� You can�t tell me that I can�t!�

For a
moment the two alchemists stared hard at each other.� Finally, Mustang closed his eyes, sighed, then began walking again.�
�Fine.�
Do whatever you want.� the man said irritably, and Ed followed.� �I don�t want you smoking in the apartment
though.��

They
walked in silence for a time before Mustang spoke again.� �Isn�t that the brand Havoc smokes?��

Ed
nodded.� �Yeah, he gave them to me.�

The colonel
ran a hand through his hair, then growled, �That man
is really pissing me off today��

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

When the
door opened, Winry and Pinako looked up from the automail
job they were working on.

�Where
have you been?�� Winry asked in
concern.� The light drizzle they had been
getting off and on all week had turned into a downpour, and she had been
worried about Al being caught out in such a bad storm.

�Sorry to
have worried you,� he answered as he quickly made his way to the stairs.

Winry
watched him curiously.� The tall
alchemist was pulling his coat around him in an odd way�

Suddenly
a muffled mewing noise met her ears and he cringed slightly before running up
the stairs.

For a
moment Winry just stared at the now empty staircase, then
looked at the old woman beside her.�
Pinako returned the gaze with an amused grin and a raised eyebrow.

Sighing,
Winry turned back to her work.�

About
fifteen minutes later the blonde mechanic looked up to find Al quietly leaving
the kitchen with a small bowl of milk and some leftover chicken pieces.

�What do
you think you�re doing?� she asked in amusement.

He looked
at her guiltily for a moment, then said, �Just getting
something to eat.�

�Really��
she said flatly.� He shrugged and hurried
back up the stairs.� Winry shook her
head.� Not exactly a lie, but not the
whole truth either.

Sighing,
she tightened a bolt and muttered, �He�d make a fantastic politician��

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ed
flipped a coin and watched it fly across the room and drop into the cup.� �This is really boring�� he complained, then
looked at the man beside him.

Mustang
grabbed one of the coins and tossed it in the general direction of the
cup.� When it missed, the dark haired man
shrugged, then filled the small shot glass with� whatever was in the bottle� Ed
looked at the label.�

Whiskey.�

The colonel
filled the glass with whiskey and gulped down the contents of the glass.� It didn�t seem like a lot, but the bottle was
almost half empty and they hadn�t been playing this dumb game very long�

�Try missing Ed,� Mustang said blandly.

The blond
rolled his eyes.� �Then what�s the
point?� I told you before, Al and I used
to play a game like this when we were kids.�
I don�t even have to think about it and I can still get it in the cup.�

�The
point?� the colonel asked with a slight grin before tossing a coin, and taking
another drink.

�Hey� It
was my turn dammit�� Ed said irritably.� Not that it really mattered.� Throwing coins into a cup had stopped been
fun when he was eight...

�The point, my dearest Edward�� At that Ed
rolled his eyes. ��is to get as drunk as you can, as quick as you can.�� Another coin tossed, followed by another
drink.

�I didn�t
think you needed a fucking game to do that,� Ed mumbled as he tossed another
coin and heard it clink with the others a second later.

�You
don�t, but I thought you would like it better��
This said with another coin tossed.�
When the small metal disk dropped into the cup, Mustang swore bitterly.

�I don�t
drink�� the younger alchemist said, turning a coin over between his fingers and
glancing over at his lover.

The older
man chuckled.� �Oh, I see.� You�ll smoke, but not drink.� That�s what I just love about you, Ed.� You
always make so much sense.��

The short
teen tossed the coin and said, �Why do you want me to drink with you
anyway?� If you want to get drunk, fine,
but do it by yourself.�

The older
man shook his head.� �It�s no fun being
around sober people when you�re soused.��

Ed picked
up the now less than half full bottle and sniffed the contents, before pulling
his head away sharply.� �Don�t you have
anything that smells better than this shit?��

�I�m sure
I could find something.�

The blond
put the bottle down and sighed.� �So why
are you so determined to get drunk anyway?�

The dark
haired man had just been about to toss a coin when he stopped.� His hand lowered and he seemed lost in
thought for a moment.�

�Colonel,�
Ed said, trying to get the man�s attention.

Nothing.

Ed bit
the inside of his cheek.� Although the
man had said Ed could call him by his first name when they were alone, the
younger alchemist hadn�t done so as of yet because it just seemed too strange�

The young
alchemist laid a hand on Mustang�s arm and said hesitantly, �Roy��

The colonel
turned his head and looked vaguely at the teen for a moment, then
a small smile touched his lips.� �I was
wondering if you would ever call me that�� the man�s voice trailed off and he
seemed lost in thought once more.

Suddenly,
the dark haired man seemed to snap back into focus.� �I have a great idea!� he said, a little too
exuberantly.�

Ed
watched as Mustang got up, at first a tad unsteadily, grabbed the bottle and
headed back to the kitchen.

�What the
hell are you doing?� Ed called, getting up.

�We�re
going to have some fun!� came the reply.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Winry
crept to Al�s room, determined not to make any noise, and pressed her ear
against the door.� She couldn�t hear
anything, but that didn�t matter.� She
knew what was in there�� The blonde wrapped
her hand around the door knob and turned it slowly so as to not make a
sound.� When the knob was turned
completely she took a deep breath, held it, and opened the door a crack.

Al was
sitting on the floor playing with a small, brown, tabby kitten.� She could see the small bowl of milk set near
the bed and the small pieces of chicken as well.� Winry opened the door enough for her head to
poke through, and the hinges made a small creaking noise.

The sandy
haired alchemist looked up in surprise, eyes wide.�

�Just getting
something to eat huh?� she said, and let herself into the room, closing the
door behind her.

He
blushed.� �Yeah.� I was.�
Just� It wasn�t for me��

The blond
mechanic put her hands to her hips.�
�Al��

His eyes
widened more, and he made a small whimpering noise.

�Oh no you don�t!� No amount of
making yourself look cuter is going to let you keep the kitten.��

�But� she
was all alone, and it�s raining�.�

Sighing,
Winry sat on the floor next to the tall teen.�
�We have a dog, Al.�

�Den will
love her��

�Den will
eat her,� the teenage mechanic said
flatly.

Al picked
up the energetic fuzz ball and held the kitten, which couldn�t be any older
than three months, up with the paws and face toward her.� �You wouldn�t make me put poor CinCin out in the rain would you�?� Look how small and defenseless she is��

�You named it�?�

Al only
gave her the �I�m a cute, give me what I want� look.

Winry
sighed in exasperation.� The kitten was darling�� Leaning forward, the blonde put her face near
the small animal and petted its head.�
Suddenly the kitten swiped at her and she felt a sharp stinging
sensation in her cheek and nose.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ed looked
down as a shot glass with bluish liquid that was placed on the table in front
of him.� Mustang set another one down on
the table for himself and stepped back, grinning like an idiot.

�Oookaaay�� Ed said and looked up at the man
expectantly.�

�This is
something of my own creation,� the colonel said proudly.� �It has a half ounce of Banana Liqueur; half
ounce of Blue Curacao, that�s what gives it the blue
color; and half an ounce of Everclear.�

The
younger alchemist continued to stare at the older man.� �That doesn�t mean anything to me��

Mustang
rolled his eyes.� �Okay, basically all
you need to know is that it tastes good.�
The Banana Liqueur adds some banana flavor.� The Curacao
adds an orange flavor, there are different colors, but I like blue the best
here.� The Everclear
doesn�t add much to the flavor, but it has the highest content of alcohol.� It�s what�s going to get us nice and toasty.�

�Aren�t
you already �toasty�?� Ed asked, remembering how much of the other bottle his
commanding officer had already drunk.

The older
man waved the words off.� �Hardly.� I�ve just
gotten started.�

Yeah right...�
Ed thought.� �Okay, so does this fantastic concoction have a name?� he
asked, sniffing it.�

�Yep.� �Fiery Blue Mustang.(1)��
the dark haired man said, with even more pride.

Ed�s
cheeks puffed out and he started laughing.�
�Fiery Blue Mustang?� You named it after yourself?�� More laughter.� �I
can�t believe how fucking conceited you
can be sometimes!�

�So glad
that I can amuse you�� the colonel said flatly.

Trying
hard to get himself under control, Ed said through panting breaths, �Sorry�
sorry� So why �Fiery
Blue Mustang�?��

�Because blue fire burns the hottest.�

�Okay.� And?��

The colonel
grinned.� �Well to drink this, you set it
on fire first, then blow it out before downing it.�

Ed
pressed his lips together and blinked his eyes to keep the tears from the
laugher bubbling up inside of him from coming out.� �You�re joking.�

The
taller man shook his head and walked over to his overcoat.� Pulling out the white gloves, Mustang walked
back to the table as he put them on.�

Ed
frowned.� �Isn�t it kind of irresponsible
to use alchemy for something like this?�

�Of course.� Now, when I light it on fire,
blow it out and gulp it down.� Alright?�

The
teenager looked doubtfully down at the drink.�
He had never drunk alcohol before, and was a bit nervous.� Well� he supposed the colonel was right.� It was stupid to not be willing to drink one
little tiny glass of alcohol when he was willing to start smoking.� It was only a little shot glass after all; it
wasn�t as if he could get drunk of off such a little amount�

When Ed
nodded, Mustang snapped his fingers and a small amount of blue fire burst onto
the liquid.� The blond immediately blew
it out, picked up the glass and swallowed the contents.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

�I am so sorry,� Al said again as he dabbed a
damp cloth at the small claw marks on Winry�s cheek and nose.

�It�s
okay�� Winry murmured, trying to remain still.

Al
frowned.� He really did feel bad.� The little
cuts weren�t deep, but they would leave a mark until they�d healed
completely.� When she�d cried out in
pain, CinCin had wiggled free from his grip,
scratching at his hands, then ran under the bed in
fright.

�Is it
really bad?� she asked.

He shook
his head and dabbed at her face again.�
The cuts had stopped bleeding and he was trying to get the blood off of
her skin as gently as he could, but it was hard for him to concentrate.� They were both sitting on his bed, and he was
just so close to her� he could feel her breath on his skin...�

Al could
feel the blood rising not only to his cheeks, but also to his�

�Are you
okay?� Winry�s eyes looked into his with concern.�

�Yeah,
why do you ask?� he murmured, silently begging his body to go back to normal.

She began
a smile, but stopped and blinked as the movement brought a little pain.� �You�re blushing��

�Oh�
well� It�s just a little hot in here�� he answered lamely.

He
wondered what she would do if he leaned over just a little more and pressed his
lips against hers.� He had dreamed and
fantasized about doing that, but to actually do it� No.� He couldn�t.� There was no way� �She would beat him within an inch of his life
with a wrench�

Her lips
pulled into a frown.� �Are you sure
you�re alright?� You�re not getting sick
are you?�

Al shook
his head, afraid to speak.� He had run
out of blood to wipe away and he knew that he wouldn�t be able to keep blotting
at her face forever.�

He really wanted to kiss her�

The tall
alchemist�s heart was beating faster in his chest as he tried to think
clearly.� Wouldn�t it be better to get
one kiss and have her mad at him, then risk never getting one?� After all, once Ed came back then he�d definitely have no chance, because Winry
obviously loved his brother, right?

Right?

But they
had been getting along so well, and she�d even held his hand sometimes and�

Al
searched her face.� She was still looking
at him with concern.� He thought that
maybe she might feel something for
him� but what if he was wrong?� What if
she rejected him?� What if she tried to
be nice about not having the same feelings for him as he did for her?� Wouldn�t that be even worse than her anger?

�Al?� she
asked, bringing him out of his thoughts and he realized that he had stopped
dabbing at her scratches and had been staring at her.

The tall
teen swallowed.� His mouth was dry and he
wasn�t sure if he could speak if he wanted to.�
What if she knew what he was thinking?�
Was she already plotting his death?�
This was just so embarrassing...

�Al�� she
said again, �Are you going to kiss me or not?�

He
blinked.�

�Wha�?�

�Al,
you�ve been dabbing my face with that for fifteen minutes already�� So either the cuts are worse than you told
me, or you�re working up the courage to kiss me.�

He was
flabbergasted.�

Completely.

She knew?

Did that
mean she wanted him to kiss her?

The sandy
haired boy set the cloth on the bed without taking his eyes from the girl in
front of him.� He would definitely say
that she had given her permission.� Well,
at least, she hadn�t seemed against it�

Al gently
laid a shaky hand against her cheek, feeling Winry�s soft, warm skin beneath
his fingers.� Swallowing again, Al slowly
brought his head forward and as he did so, Winry�s eyes fluttered shut as she
waited expectantly.�

Trying
not to hyperventilate, Al breathed in her scent as he got nearer; it was the
scent of oil and metal, but under all that he could smell the soap that she
used.� It was the kind that smelled like
flowers�� Finally, he pressed his lips
gently against hers.� Al forced his eyes
to stay open.� He didn�t want to miss a
moment of what was happening.� He wanted
all his senses involved.�

At that
moment he realized that his body did not understand this was only to be a
chaste kiss.� The pressure in his lower
regions was becoming a little more than uncomfortable.� Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from her,
breaking the kiss.�

Here she
was, the object of his desires, on his bed... they were alone� he kissed her,
and she�d let him�

What else
would she let him do?

No.

No!

He forced
the thoughts away.

She
smiled softly at him, a small blush coming to her
cheeks, then grimaced slightly at the sting from the scratches.� �That was really sweet.�

�Yeah�� he
breathed.�

Surprisingly,
Winry looked down shyly.� Shy was just
not something he associated with her.�
�I�ve never been kissed before�� she whispered, then looked back up at
him through her bangs.

He blushed a little.�
�I�ve never kissed anyone before either�� He wanted to ask her if she wanted another
one, but he couldn�t.� What if he
couldn�t hold himself back?�

No.

He didn�t
want to do anything that he shouldn�t, and the best way to insure that was to
not tempt himself.

Al looked
down and picked up the cloth.� He looked
at it a moment before handing it to her.�
�I don�t know if you want to see those scratches now that they�ve
stopped bleeding�� The alchemist�s voice
was soft, but it held a note of pleading in it too.�

And for
that, he hated himself.�

The
blonde mechanic stared down at the cloth for a moment before taking it, then she nodded and gave him a small half smile.� She was already learning how to smile without
making her scratches reopen.�

Oh how he
hoped she didn�t know that he was trying to get her out of the room and away
from him.� He hoped she didn�t know how
weak he truly was�

�Thanks,�
she said quietly, getting up off the bed and heading toward the door.

�I�ll be
down in a minute,� he croaked.� �I need
to take care of CinCin��

She
nodded and let herself out, shutting the door behind her.

�Yeah�� he
whispered to himself.� �I need to take
care of CinCin��

And other things...�
�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Roy, sitting on the couch, bottle in
one hand, looked down at the teenager whose head was currently lying in his
lap.� The blond was gazing up at him with
a glazed look, one hand raised and tracing lines on Roy�s chest.

�Jus� one
more?� the younger alchemist asked in a slurred, pleading tone.

Roy shook his head.� �I don�t think so.� You can�t even stand up.�

The boy
pouted and said, �Well, neither can you.��

The colonel
nodded.� �That�s true.� And do you see me having any more shots?�

�But you
had more than me��

�I can
handle more than you.�

Ed
grinned and reached clumsily for the bottle Roy was holding.� �Then gimmy some �a that��

The dark
haired man took a swig from the almost empty whiskey bottle before moving it
out of the boy�s reach, then asked, �Why don�t you
make any noise when you jerk off?�

The blond�s eyebrows knit together as he stared up in
confusion.� �Wha?�

�Yeah�
I�ve been wondering for a while��

Ed seemed
to think about this for a moment, then shrugged.� �I dunno� I guess
�cause �a Al� I mean� ya
know he never slept, right?� When his
soul was attached to the armor�� So even
when I was in the bathroom I had�ta be quiet� Guess it just kinda
stuck��

Roy nodded.� It made sense.

�Cooome oon� jus� one drink�� This time Ed reached up with his automail arm, nearly knocking Roy in the face with his unsteadiness.�

�Watch
what you�re doing with that!� the colonel growled, pushing the metal arm back
down.

Ed
grinned, turned himself over onto his stomach, and pushed himself onto his hands
and knees.� The short teen crawled over Roy�s legs, then situated himself
so that he had a leg on each side of Roy�s.�

The colonel
shook his head in amusement at his drunk subordinate.� The boy wrapped his arms around Roy�s neck and planted a
sloppy kiss on the dark haired man�s neck.�
�Rooooy��
Ed whimpered.�

Roy grinned.� He loved hearing Ed say his name.� �Whaaat?�

�What if
I give you a blow job?� Ed whispered into the colonel�s ear.

�You�ll
get �that stuff� in your mouth.�

�No, I
mean will you lemmy have some of that?�

Ed pulled
his head away and stared at Roy
with a glazed look in his eyes.� It was
obvious the kid was plastered.� The blond
slid his body down so that he was kneeling on the ground and pulled on Roy�s sweats.�

Well, if
Ed wanted to go down on him, Roy
wasn�t about to stop him.� It was
something Ed would probably never do when he was sober, or if he did, it
wouldn�t be for a long time.

When the
blond got the pants off, he positioned himself between the colonel�s legs and
looked at Roy�s
semi-hard sex.

�Come on,�
Roy urged,
petting the boy�s head.�

Suddenly,
the boy began giggling.� �You should be
�The Bartender Alchemist�.�

Roy rolled his eyes and pushed Ed�s
head down.� It was a little harder than
he should have, but his motor skills weren�t exactly the best at the moment,
and neither was his patience.� �I thought
you were going to suck me off,� he reminded the boy.� No way was he going to let this opportunity
pass by.� After that he�d give Ed the
bottle and let him drink until he passed out if that�s what the kid wanted.

The short
alchemist resisted for a moment then took Roy�s
now hard erection into his mouth, or at least as much as he could.� Roy
roughly grabbed a fistful of Ed�s hair and growled, �If you bite me I swear
I�ll kill you.� Understand?��

Ed nodded
and began giggling again, bumping his teeth against the soft flesh of Roy�s penis.� �Dammit
Ed!��

The boy
mumbled something that vaguely resembled �sorry�, and
tried again, moving his lips up and down over the intrusion in his mouth.�

Roy moaned, half in pleasure, half in
frustration.� This had to be the worst
blow job he�d ever received.� When he
couldn�t take it any more, the colonel forcefully grabbed both sides of Ed�s
head.� �Just hold still, and keep your
fucking teeth away from my cock,� Roy
growled as he began rocking his hips so that his erection thrust into Ed�s
mouth.�

Roy heard a gagging sound escape from
the boy, but he was past caring.� The
older alchemist moaned, his heart pounding, his breathing erratic.� He was going to do this the way he wanted it, and if Ed didn�t like it
that was his problem.� The colonel stared
hard into Ed�s wide golden eyes as the teen struggled to take in all that was
being forced into his mouth.

Even screwing
the teen like this brought only a slightly more satisfactory feeling.� He was so close, but dammit
if this wasn�t just the shittiest fuck session he�d ever had.� The liquor he�d given the blond had cost more
than what he�d paid out for better than this.

Tears were
streaming down Ed�s eyes now, though whether from the alcohol or from the
situation, Roy
didn�t care.� What mattered right now was
blowing his load, and dammit all if he wasn�t going
to do just that. The colonel tightened his grip on Ed�s head as the teen tried
to move away.�

�I said, hold still you little shit!� Roy hissed and thrust more quickly.� He was sooo fucking close!� Suddenly he felt the pleasure finally reach the point of no
return.� With a loud, �aaah�, Roy
exhaled loudly, cumming hard into the younger
alchemist�s mouth.�

Ed tried
to pull away, but Roy
held him still.� �Don�t even think about
it!� he growled.� �I want you to swallow!�� Ed shook his head, again trying to pull away,
but Roy
wouldn�t let go.� �Swallow dammit!� If you�re going to act like a fucking whore, at least do
it right!�

If Roy would have been less
drunk, he would have let his brain recognize the hurt emotion in the boy�s
eyes.�

But he
wasn�t.

And he
didn�t.

The colonel
watched as the short teen hesitantly swallowed once, then a second time.�

�Good
boy,� Roy murmured, releasing Ed�s head.�
The teen gagged slightly as Roy�s
softening sex slid wetly from his mouth.�
Saliva mixed with sperm dripped from his tongue onto his chin and Ed
lifted a shaky arm to wipe it away.

The colonel
watched for a moment, then grabbed Ed�s shirt and pulled the boy roughly toward
him, pressing his lips hard against the blond�s, then
shoved his tongue into the younger alchemist�s mouth.� Roy
tasted liquor, semen, a faint smoky smell from the teen�s last smoke and the
ever present taste of �Ed� all mixed together.�

When he
released him, Roy
took a deep drink from the bottle, then thrust it into
Ed�s trembling hands before lifting his legs up onto the couch and lying
down.�

Roy closed his eyes. �He could hear the swishing of the liquid in
the bottle as the teen took a drink� could hear the gulping sounds the other
alchemist made and then the coughing as the rough liquid burned the kid�s
throat.�

His body
felt warm and numb, and his consciousness drifted in the dark abyss of his
mind.� Roy was vaguely aware of someone climbing on
top of him and a head resting on his chest.�

None of
that mattered.�

All that
mattered now was that he didn�t have to think about anything anymore.

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1 � This
is an actual drink, although obviously Roy Mustang did not come up with it.� And yes, you actually do set it on fire before drinking it.�
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