Roy Drabble:
Yet another day at the office was in progress… same routine, same greetings to the same early birds who had been at central since before he even knew. Mustang slowly made his way to the office where Riza stood statuesque next to a pile of papers almost as tall as her, patiently waiting for his signature, as only pieces of dead tree could.
"Sir these just came in from the Furor's office. They said they needed all of it back tomorrow." He gave a tired glance at the papers which irrefutably demanded his attention, then at back at Hawkeye. Oh yes a lovely day at the office indeed…
By noon the stack of papers had thinned out considerably, however, so had the great flame alchemist's attention span and patience. He let out an exhausted sigh, stretching his arms behind him. Already he had used up all bathroom excuses, coffee breaks, clean every last window in the office, spit shined his desk, fed the "real" dog of the military, and arranged all the furniture in his office according to feng shui. It got to the point where Riza had to fire a shot at the ceiling to get him to focus on the still present papers. Now it was 12: 25. Mustang didn't want to risk getting out of the desk again. Still, he was bored with writing his name over and over on the perpetual lines, dotted or otherwise.
In the "done" pile countless "important" documents bore the same signature.
Col. Roy Mustang
Col. Roy Mustang
Col. Roy Mustang
At this point he was too bored not to be a bit of a smart ass, and decided to vary it up a bit.
Col. Roy Mustang
Col. Roy Mustang
Col. Roy Mustang
The Flame alchemist
The Flame
The great Mustang
The almighty Flame alchemist!
With This last signature Roy was somewhat satisfied. He chuckled to himself and continued with his work, smiling so much it left Riza Curious.
Roy was never that cheerful on a Monday…