Summary: At the right angle, in a line of sight, one might wonder why he never stopped staring at her for so much as a second.
Theme: 036. Dog
Dedication: Anne Packrat, thank you!
Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, there would be Edward x Black Hayate in it.
Angles
036. Dog
"Riza, what exactly do you look for in a man?"
Havoc looked utterly defeated as he spoke those words, and it was hard not to feel some sort of sympathy for him. She smiled gently at his almost comedic look of exasperation, having the female instinct of knowing that laughing at him would only crush his pride. Well, more than it clearly already had been that day, anyway. Luckily Roy was not awake, or she was pretty sure that he would have. The summer heat had made him tired, and he was sleeping on his desk. Sure, he had left a huge mound of paperwork she normally would have complained about, but on that particular day she did not have the energy to do so.
"Well, he has to be nice and kind. Not lecherous or anything." She started, and Havoc nodded. A clear sign that she could continue. He wanted to make a mental list or something, that was her best guess. Maybe the girl who had said no this time would end up regretting it if he actually kept it in mind, but she doubted that he would. No, she did not just doubt it. She knew he would not give it any care in a week or so. He had been the one to agree to help Mustang just because of the stupid mini-skirt idea, after all.
"He cannot be lazy. If he is lazy, it is a sign that he will not make any effort in a relationship." Riza stated as though it were a clear fact, and Havoc nodded vigorously. At least he was trying to make an effort to listen. Roy grunted in his sleep, giving her the impression that it had changed from actual sleep to feigned sleep. He was too predictable sometimes, his laziness and moans gave everything away nine times out of ten.
"Oh, yes. One more thing. He has to like dogs." She beamed. Havoc stared at her a moment, obviously trying to figure out the reasons behind what she had just said. Sure, she had a dog, but men who liked animals (such as dogs) were attractive to her? Maybe Riza was a tad insane, but that was ok. He did not need to worry about what she had just said.
"Hawkeye, I owe you one. Shall I take him out for a bit?" Havoc inclined his head to where Roy was, faking sleep on his desk. She nodded. It was probably a good idea. She would end up killing Roy if he insisted on pretending a moment longer, and she did not really feel like using her guns when the summer heat would warm the metal. She liked the cool feel of metal under her fingers; it was one of the few upsides to the weapon. She did not like that feeling, that small, secret pleasure being taken away. She nodded to Havoc, who promptly walked over and grabbed the back of the standard blue uniform their supposed superior was wearing. He yelped, and quickly jumped to his feet and followed Havoc out of the room. Riza was left by herself, the sound of shuffling papers the only thing breaking the silence of the nearly empty office she sat in.
"Well, at least you only need to fix a few things." Havoc mumbled outside the door to a crushed Roy. The man only grunted in reply, shaking his head as he handed Havoc a small amount of money for his troubles. Roy sat on the floor, head leant into his knees for a few seconds after before looking up gleefully. His subordinate stared at him, a questioning look on his face due to the bright smile of the Colonel.
"I like dogs."
A bit of random, slightly pointless insanity from Roy and Riza. Havoc was in there just for the win, because he is one awesome character. He needs more appreciation. Sorry for the lack of update, I have been in France. So there might be a quick update sometime later this week too, for that reason.
Preview: He used the first match to light a candle.
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