When the two brothers were facing each other, Ed dropped Roy between them. The shrunken colonel immediately tried to escape, darting away from the titanic Elric brothers.
“Still being disobedient, even after all that? You’re a tough nut to crack, I’ll give you that.” Ed said calmly as he lifted one of his bare feet into the air, ready to slam it down on the fleeing “fire ant”. Before he could make a move, another foot descended and hit the State Alchemist square in the back. The foot belonged to Al, who grinned at his success. Using his toes, the younger brother grabbed Roy and brought him over to Ed’s face.
“Looking for this?” asked Alphonse with a cheeky grin. His brother grinned back and laughed, blowing hot air at Mustang. Al brought Roy back to the floor between them and dropped him. Before Roy could make another escape attempt, another foot smacked him in the back. This one was Edward’s, who began rubbing him into the floor. Al asked his brother what he was doing.
“Making sure he sticks. See?” Ed lifted his sweaty sole off the apartment floor, which now had a shrunken Mustang glued to it. His sole was facing Al, who just stared at the colonel for a few moments before understanding what Ed wanted. Lifted his own foot into the air, he aimed and slammed it into Ed’s foot. For Roy, it was no longer about being squashed between a foot and the floor, but two sweaty feet at the same time. He was being crushed from both sides and could barely mutter a word. The brothers started rubbing their former superior against each other’s foot, covering him in foot sweat and odor. After about a minute or two, they pulled away with a sick popping noise. Roy was still stuck to Ed’s foot, to Al’s disappointment. Ed scraped Roy off his sole and onto the floor again. Both brothers apparently were apparently thinking the same thing as they both got their feet ready. Roy barely had time to open his eyes, which he shut during the entire ordeal, before he felt himself being crushed once again. The two Elrics had covered Mustang with their feet, rolling him between them as if they were little children again.
“Hehe, he’s like a toy.” Al stated.
“He IS a toy. OUR toy.” corrected Edward. They continued rolling Roy into a ball for several minutes before they decided to release him. Roy was red in the face and panting heavily. He stilled seemed to be able to stand, though.
“You sure we won’t accidentally kill him?”
“Of course not. He was once a high ranking alchemist before he became our slave. I’m sure a little sweat isn’t going to snuff him out. In fact, he probably wants more.” Ed smiled toothily, his little brother following. Roy muttered numerous threats under his breath as he weakly stabilized himself.
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