Hello everyone! How has your September 29th? I hope it was amazing, because today was, of course, ROY MUSTANG'S BIRTHDAY! YAAAAAAY!
So, of course, I had to write this birthday themed drabble. Sunarose shall update her Lingfan drabbles as soon as she can get on the computer for more than 5 minutes. I love her.
Enjoy! And review! Do you want me to write another haiku? (Haha, that rhymed. That's all you get for now.)
Roy Mustang hated birthdays. Each passing September 29th reminded him that he was one one year closer to being an old, grizzled man with gray hair and only memories of his dashing good looks. He envied children who would wait in anticipation for their birthday, and wake up at 5am, jumping on their parents bed like it was Christmas morning (which wasn't so far from the truth).
But never Roy. Christmas had never put up with what she called "that nonsense". And Master Hawkeye had never even bothered to learn more than his apprentice's name. Only Riza had ever remembered- or even bothered to find out about- his birthday. The first year he spent in the Hawkeye house, she had baked him a chocolate cake in secrecy, then snuck it into his room under her father's nose. They had stayed up all night, silencing their laughter and shoving cake in each other's faces. He chuckled inwardly, remembering the look on Master Hawkeye's face when he had come in in the morning to his daughter and apprentice sitting crosslegged on the floor with frosting in their hair.
"Ho, Chief! Happy birthday! You're one year closer to being as old as Grumman! Congratulations!" Havoc said, starling Roy out of his memories as he slapped him on the back.
"Mm, thank you Havoc." Roy muttered. Havoc went back to his desk looking rather dejected.
The rest of the day passed with an occasional 'happy birthday' and a present from Fuery, who had held it out to him like Roy was going to burn him to a crisp. The team filtered out until only he and Riza were left.
"Good job getting through half of tomorrow's paperwork. I honestly thought you'd complain." Riza said as she tidied up her desk. He looked up, bewildered.
"What did you just say?" She just smiled.
"I'll be over at 8 with the cake."
"Chocolate?" Roy asked hopefully.
"Is there any other kind?" She said, winking. Roy watched her leave and looked down at his presents. No wonder Fuery was scared when he gave it to him. An umbrella could come in useful, though. He shoved the new ignition gloves that Riza had dropped on his desk into his pocket. A thought occurred to him then. He leaned out the door and shouted at Riza, who was nearing the end of the hallway.
"Don't forget the frosting!" Riza turned back, dug something out of her bag, and threw it at him. In his surprise, Roy barely managed to catch it.
"Now it's your problem!" She yelled back.
Maybe birthdays weren't so bad after all.
Well, that was short. Hm. Review still!
