36. Dog
"Um, Sir?"
He rolled his eyes. "You know I'm not in the military anymore, Havoc. You don't have to call me that."
I couldn't help but grin sheepishly, even though he couldn't see it. "I know, I know. The thing is, we- Feury, Breda, Falman, and myself, that is- were a bit concerned about something…"
"For heaven's sake, man, spit it out!" The tone of voice he was using made me wonder if he could still do flame alchemy blind. I decided I didn't want to chance it.
"We're just not sure that this is going to be the best arrangement. For Black Hayate, that is."
"Excuse me?"
"Seeing as you seem to have a rather abusive look on the canine race, that is…" Canine race? Where did I get that? Even Feury was having a laugh at that one.
It was quiet for a minute. Then, "This conversation is over, men. I am getting married tomorrow morning, and there is no way I am going to take advice about dogs from someone who threatened to stir-fry the creature. Especially not someone who can't hold down a girlfriend."
I could have reminded him that I had been dating his soon-to-be wife's best friend for nearly a year now. I could have told him I had her ring in my pocket with me right now. But that would be bad sportsmanship. So instead I said, "Just be careful. I'd hate to see what Hawkeye would do to you if you did anything bad to her beloved pet. After all, she's been with him longer than you…"
So he could still use flame alchemy. Or at least thought he could. It was time to get out of here.
I just hoped Hawkeye could train him as well as she'd trained Hayate.