Edward dashed into the elevator closest to the men's bathroom, where he had been hiding for nearly forty minutes, waiting for the hall to clear. As the elevator door closed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He glared at his reflection on the shiny doors. Honestly, Al had to pick today to do Ed's laundry. He couldn't have waited for Ed's next day off. Now, the blonde was stuck wearing this - this thing! A big. Pink. Fluffy. BUNNY COSTUME! Complete with a cottonball tail (oh, how Ed despised his life so very much). His plan was to get to Mustang's office and slip the report underneath the door without being detected.
Just then, the doors opened to reveal none other than 1st Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, holding a stack of papers in her hands. She walked in, calmly glancing at the short alchemist, careful not to make any facial expression. When her stop came, the doors opened, but she turned to Ed.
"Edward, if there's anything you'd like to talk to me about, I'm always here for you, alright?" And with that, she left Ed in the elevator screaming something about "it's laundry day".