MUST WORK ON ODESSEY PAPER. Oh, and I officially hate Cascada. ALL HER SONGS SOUND THE SAME! AND HER BREASTS ARE OBVIOUSLY FAKE!
Thank you.
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Theme Thirty Eight: Marriage
"ROY!" The little blonde girl shouted. She huffed a stray strand of hair from her eyes and glared daggers at the boy in the tree above her. "Roy Mustang, you give my book back right this instant!" The raven-haired boy just laughed. "On one condition, Miss Hawkeye..." He sang happily, mocking the names they were forced to call each other in public. He was her father's student, after all.
"Fine." Riza barked. "What is your condition, Mister Mustang?"
Roy smirked. "Marry me."
Riza's jaw dropped. Whatever answer she had been expecting, that one was not it. She cleared her throat and tried to control the color rising in her cheeks. "C-Come again? What you?"
Roy grinned in a manner not befitting a thirteen-year-old, more like a lecherous old man. "Marry me. Marry me and I'll give you back your stupid book. Or I could always let Master see it..."
Riza's eyes widened madly. "You wouldn't." She whispered. Roy flipped open the cover to a random page and pointed to a paragraph some ways down and recited the printed words. "Ahem, 'Oh Archibald, we shouldn't, it's not right, I'm married!' Christine whispered heatedly in his ear, 'Darling, don't worry your lovely young head over such trivial matters, no matter what I shall see to it that we will be together...',"
"Give that back!" Riza shouted hotly, the blush creeping up from her ears.
"'Oh but Archibald,' the blonde beauty was cut off by his hot mouth upon hers..."
"All right, all right, I'll marry you already!" The blonde screamed loudly, "Just give me back my book you ass!" Roy beamed proudly, but did not hand the book over. "Watch your language young lady; I might just have to punish you for it." Riza folded her arms and glowered angrily at him. If looks could kill he'd be dead a hundred times over already. "Please. You don't have the authority to punish me. Now, I said I'd marry you, now give me back my book, Roy Mustang, or so help me God I will-"
"Ah, but how do I know you'll keep your promise, hmm?" He asked maddeningly. Riza stomped her sandal-clad foot on the grassy ground. "And how do you expect me to prove it? Do you want my virginity or what?" Roy almost dropped the book. It was his turn to restrain a blush now. "Y-Your what?" He asked in a strangely high-pitched voice. Riza blinked for a moment, then smirked in triumph. "You know, the innocent young maiden must promise her hand in marriage to the suitor who in exchange asks for her virginity... it happens later on in that book you're holding." She teetered back and forth on the balls and heels of her feet. Roy tossed the old book down and turned away from the young girls smiling face, muttering about how ten-year-olds shouldn't be reading things like that.
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I'm thinking of doing one related to this. Just need to find a theme name.
ODESSEY PAPER!!!