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"Hmm… yes sir… okay… I see. Thanks…Umm-hmm. I'll tell him. Okay. Good bye sir." Roy hung up the telephone. More orders for the pint sized Elric. He wrote them down on a piece of spare paper as to not forget them. Roy had more pressing things on his mind.
He had a date that night. A real, authentic date. He wished once again that Hughes was still there so that he could gloat about it. Roy straightened up the papers on his desk nervously. In about an hour, he could clock out and go home to get ready.
He had everything planned out. He would drop by her place at seven to pick her up. Then they would go to that new seafood place downtown and have supper; he would pay of course. After that, they might possibly go back to his house. A couch, some sappy music… Roy couldn't wait.
He wondered what she would wear. He was so tired of seeing her in blue all the time. Sure, blue was okay, but day in and day out, a color change would be nice. Perhaps she'd wear something pink and for once, he could see her more feminine side. Or perhaps purple,… it didn't really matter. Anything went with a shapely figure, amber eyes, and blonde hair.
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Roy pulled up to her house at 7:02, (fashionably late) and knocked on the door. It swung open and before he could even say hello, he was knocked down by the eager Black Hayate. Well, perhaps he didn't have everything planned.