Thank you again, AngelCallie and peaceofmindalchemist! You know how to keep an author happy. :)
Now, I haven't READ the manga, just the spoilers, so if you see something that doesn't fit with manga canon, please tell me?
MOODTHEME - Roy Mustang
by Leni
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Maes paced across the living room, shooting furious looks at the sprawled figure on the carpet, only half-supported against the couch. "You'll drink yourself to death, you stubborn ass."
Roy lifted a bottle in a silent toast to that idea.
The taller man bent at the waist, face peering into his friend's. "If you think you can let all my work go to waste," he said, "you're more fucked up than I thought."
"It's your own fault," Roy muttered, ducking his head so he didn't have to see Hughes' concerned features. "Nobody told you to go and die on me."
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Eve was in line for lunch, when someone tugged on her arm. "Melissa," she greeted her fellow secretary.
The enthusiastic blonde grinned, pointing toward the cafeteria doors. "That's him."
For three days, there'd only been one 'he' for Melissa. If Eve had to listen again how fantastic a first date this Roy guy was…. Curious nonetheless, she turned around - and her jaw dropped open. "Colonel Mustang?" she hissed. "That's your Roy?"
A nod, and then Melissa waved and shouted his name across the room.
The Colonel looked up, found Eve's friend almost instantly. But no recognition showed on his face.
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bored
The numbers danced before his eyes.
Roy sat up straight, rubbing a hand over his eyes and flipping the paper sheet around to further avoid the neatly printed columns. Operations reports, he could handle. Personnel reviews, Hawkeye could coerce him into doing.
But the official budget - the interminable, thorough list of expenses from his office in the last trimester - was tedious.
"Falman!" He shrugged his jacket on. "Get the car." One hour away; one hour or the budgets would sit on ashes on his desk. The necessary paperwork to put it back together wasn't worth it. "I need some air."
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bouncy
His dark eyes sparkled. "Let me show you."
Riza tried a protest - "The dishes…." - but the older boy pulled her elbow with more insistence. There was an energy about him; his limbs looked tense as if he could barely contain himself within his skin. "You're helping me later," she relented.
"Slave driver," he grumbled as he pressed their pace toward the study. But he never loosened his grasp.
Riza wasn't surprised when he stopped before an alchemic circle, not even when he managed to activate it. But the fact that he'd called her, not Father…. "Thanks, Roy."
He beamed back.
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busy
Roy hesitated as he added another concentric circle. He itched to consult the book laid on Hawkeye's desk as temptation; but was stopped by Master's unsaid rules: only weaklings doubted, and weaklings had no business learning alchemy.
"Roy?" A blond head appeared at the door. "Could you please - " She noticed the crumpled pages around him. "Never mind." And she disappeared again.
His assignment had been clear: create an array that would grant more control. Master would be furious if he failed.
But Riza never asked for help unless she needed it…. With a sigh, he rose and went after her.
16/06/09
TBC
