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Far too many documents. Almost as many signatures.
Roy pauses, hoping Hawkeye won't notice. She does and fingers her gun, smiling approvingly when he gets back to work.
Incapable of figuring a way out of this, Mustang grimaces.
The gun rests on her hip; her nice, rounded hip. Black eyes travel up her figure, admiring her curves. The man takes a moment to fantasize...about what will be, someday.
In his mind, he can see her slender legs. In place of her uniform's pants is a miniskirt.
The blonde turns to her superior, imaginary skirt swishing and eyes penetrating as she notices his lingering gaze on her.
"Sir?" she questions pointedly. "Is something wrong?"
"Uh, no, lieutenant. I was...distracted." He mentally clips the skirt down to half its length. Roy's attention is abruptly drawn back to reality as he feels something trickle out his nose. Before he can wipe it away, it drips onto the paper he's about to sign.
Mustang looks down. It's blood.
Rize levels her eyebrows. "I don't want to know."
Roy eyes the soiled pages. "I can't sign these."
Riza sighs before taking them away.
Roy sits back thoughtfully. He...should try that more often.
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