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This was a challenge given to me by Fae Elric, as the second part of the Equivalent Trade since I gave her a challenge fic. The challenge was to write a fic involving "Freudian slips."
The definition of a Freudian Slip is: "A verbal mistake that is thought to reveal an unconscious belief, thought, or emotion."
The verbal mistakes could be anything from choosing another word from which you originally intended to say that sounds similar (rhyming) to changing the word-order in a sentence to imply something completely different. Read carefully.
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Slips of the Tongue
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"Another alchemy battle?"
The entire room looked up at the question, waiting to hear the Colonel's answer. And the Fullmetal's expected tantrum at the affirmation.
The Flame Colonel nodded, expression neutral. "It appears our last fight was a huge hit, despite the amount of damage. It seems like our fellow soldiers just can't wait to see me burn you into Fullmetal ashes."
Ed snorted. "Like hell! You mean they can't wait for me to shove my foot-long up your a**."
Roy paused to blink -- it appeared Ed didn't quite catch the implications in his last threat. It wasn't up to him to correct the blonde, though, so he shrugged, smirking at Ed in a superior manner. "Fullmetal," he vowed, "I will have you showering at my feet." It wasn't only the younger alchemist who seemed to have lost control of his tongue.
Edward's mouth snapped open for a cocky retort -- then snapped closed in confusion. What? "Uh, Colonel? Can I talk to you in bed for a moment?" he asked, gesturing to the hallway, away from Mustang's prying subordinates.
Roy snorted again, but rose to his feet. "Wherever you want me, Edward."
The blonde narrowed golden eyes. "At my feet, broken and crying, Mustang." Though they had agreed to move, neither seemed willing to move from the office; they were both too caught up in their verbal assaults upon each other.
"Not likely," the Colonel chuckled. "I'll have you begging for more," Roy taunted, holding gloved fingertips above the other alchemist's head in a threatening show of defiance.
"Yeah right, don't come easy on me," Ed warned. "You know I want this to be a fair fight, unlike last time. So don't hold back. Give me everything you got, got it?"
"Sure, I'll do you for that," Roy agreed, nodding slightly.
The Colonel's subordinates looked at one another with raised eyebrows. Apparently, both alchemists had yet to admit their feelings, even to themselves; it seemed neither would listen to his subconscious.
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A/N: Hope it came out okay, Fae.
Can anyone spot all the slips? xD
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