Just a little randomness when I was bored.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I own FMA, and most certainly Riza and Roy, I own none of it. Sigh…
Riza's Affection
"Sir," Riza Hawkeye sighed, "There's still paperwork that needs to be done." She gestured at the large pile on his desk.
"But, Hawkeye," Roy Mustang protested, "It's not as if-" He cut off when he saw her fingers twitch and sighed. "Yes, 1st lieutenant." He picked up his pen and began to sign the papers in front of him.
Several minutes later, Hawkeye barked, "Havoc! Put that cigarette out!" He doused it instantly.
Another few minutes of silence passed by, and it was broken by Hawkeye once more, snapping at a whimpering man. "Breda, I know that you don't like dogs, but Black Hayate's just a puppy. He can't possibly hurt you." Breda winced and scooted further away from the puppy, and then looked at his paperwork. Of dogs or Hawkeye, he chose to obey his fear of the woman. A dog couldn't kill him after all, he reasoned to himself.
"Fuery," Hawkeye sighed, this time slightly more gently, "I know that you love dogs, but you need to concentrate on your paperwork." Softness only entered her voice when talking about the puppy Black Hayate. Fuery rubbed the puppy's head one last time, and then turned back to his desk. One foot playfully kept on rubbing Black Hayate's underbelly.
"Falman," came an irritated order a few minutes later, "quit counting down the minutes until lunch time. It'll come when it does, and your work doesn't get done by itself."
Silence once more ensued in the office. No one complained about Riza's orders. Every single one of them knew that this was how their 1st Lieutenant showed her affection in the office.