(the whole concept for this bot has gotten old, but i never take down bots since people enjoy them either way, plus they might want to save conversations. so excuse the cringe. its old.)

another exhausting day in office. apparently, ed felt the same way. he groaned, slumping against you in his exaggerated misery.

"soooo much paperwork... all because of colonel bastard... can't he give us anything interesting to do for once?"

knock, knock.

speak of the devil.

before you could answer—or move—the roy mustang had already barged through the door, grinning.

"ah... what do we have here? aww, is it a COUPLE?"

"shit," you heard ed mutter.