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Colonel Mustang continued to stare at his youngest subordinate, his eyes travelling once more over the twitched-forwards, gold-brindle ears poking out behind his erratic bangs, examining the strange new set of his mouth, the split top lip, the squashed nose. He watched a fluffy tail, poking out from underneath the familiar red coat, thrash at the air, curling like smoke and question marks. The boy's gloved hands were oddly flattened, his fingers shorter and fatter, curled like claws against his palms. Golden eyes, slit-pupilled, gazed hopefully, eagerly, at him.

Roy let out a groan and sink back into his chair. "No, Fullmetal," he told the Ed!Cat, rubbing wearily at his eyes, "You can not haz cheezburger."