Sorry I haven't updated this in a while! I sorta kinda miss you guys but I've been pretty busy occupying myself with things like life so it's been a bit difficult to get some words down! In any case, here is my update!


Dominance


"I'll put money on it," Havoc said, kicking his legs back over his desk. "Black hair."

"Yeah, black hair for sure," Catalina agreed.

"But if it's a girl, I feel like it'll be blond hair more," Fuery argued. When he noticed the subsequent silence afterwards, he defended himself. "What? I mean, we have to take into account all the possibilities."

Catalina shook her head vigorously. "No…I still think it'd have black hair; you're just projecting what you know onto it."

"Exactly," Havoc said, slumping into his chair even more. "Well I mean if you're still contending that, I'd be willing to bet some money on it."

Catalina scoffed, while rolling her eyes. "You know that at the rate they're going at, you might not get that bet money until a decade later. You should find some other way to pay your rent."

Armstrong harrumphed, loud and exaggerated. "So tall or short?"

"Well hopefully tall."

"But they aren't too terribly tall themselves…"

"I'm sure it doesn't hurt to be optimistic."

"If anything, high cheekbones and a very cute smile."

"Now that's just being too optimistic—"

"Brown eyes!"

"I can see that."

"Nah…probably black."

"Doesn't it depend on what gene is dominant?"

"Well then, which one is dominant?"

"Probably black…"

"Then I'm betting on black."

"Wait so black hair and—"

The four of the debating military staff zipped their lips and whipped their heads to the door, watching a lieutenant and colonel prance in, back from their lunch break.

"Lieutenant…I have a whole day to finish the proposal," the black-haired flame alchemist explained, trying to catch her eyes. "And besides it's not like it's urgent at all! I can do it later this week even!"

The blond lieutenant was indifferent to his excuses. "Deadlines are deadlines."

"Well yes, but—"

"Finish it."

"But—"

And now Hawkeye's eyes stared straight through Mustang. "Finish. It."

Mustang backed a bit—was that fear in his eyes?

"Okay, okay!"

Once the two of them had passed, Catalina frantically turned back to Havoc. "Actually I change my mind. Brown eyes."

"Yeah for sure."

"Brown's definitely dominant."


Yeah, it was light and fluffy but I hope you enjoyed it!

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