Chapter Text
In which Ed, and Ling talk...somewhat.
"Edward I'm hungry." Ling said throwing his legs over the armrest of the big leather chair he was sitting in.
The room was was quiet for the most part. It was just him and Ed. While Ling skimmed through a selection of food catalogs on one side of the room Ed sat calmly on the other side reading, occasionally muttering strings of incoherent curses at the book.
"Maybe It's cause your looking through a food magazine. Ever thought of that?" "Just order something already." Ed replied. He licked the surface of his thumb rubbing his index finger together to turn the page.
"I am. It's just that-- you know."
"You're broke? Aren't you like...a Prince?"
"Well yes, and I prefer the term short on cash." Ling looked around the room pitifully.
Ed snorted.
"My eyes are tired." Ling mumbled getting up from his large chair. He walked across the room to Ed's side urging for him to look through the magazine's lavish food choices.
"Tired of what all the food you've been looking at on the menu for the past hour?" Edward countered he bit his lip in vexation.
"Edward you know that that is a secret art, one that takes time to master. Only few have the mindset to achieve it." "Take me for example, I'ma genius." Ling rubbed his eyes.
"You mean idiot. Ling get serious." Edward looked down at the menu slowly getting hungrier.
Ling frowned. "Ed you should eat more, maybe it'll help you grow taller."
And from that day onward Ling was never seen or heard from again.