52. Hair clip
A/N: Song: "Just a Girl" by No Doubt
The next person to cast what they thought was a furtive glance her way was going to be hard-pressed to talk her out of murdering them, Riza decided.
What was so damn special about a hair clip, anyway? Plenty of women wore them, and for the exact reason Riza had taken up the practice: to keep her hair out of the way.
To his credit, Roy had seemed the least surprised about this sudden and apparently amazingly drastic change. Then again, she was so used to his sneaking glances that she was able to tune him out more effectively.
As if on cue, Roy's eyes (and only his eyes) flicked up for the most fleeting of instances.
That was that.
With all the control she could summon, Riza pushed out her chair and stood. "I would like to know," she began in her calmest you all are dead if you don't stop this right this instant voice "just what is so absolutely fascinating about my wearing a hair clip that you have to divert your attention to the fact every five minutes."
Roy cringed, Havoc blinked rapidly as if to proclaim his innocence, Falman and Breda looked somewhat ashamed, and Fuery seemed ready to wet himself.
"It's new," Havoc answered lamely after a moment. Then he shook his head. "Sorry, ma'am. Won't happen again."
The rest murmured their apologies and got back to work.
It was shortly after this that a silent agreement was reached: the hair clip might have been new, but that was the only thing that was new. Riza was still Riza, and they'd have her no other way.
A/N: I knew this one was going to happen this time around.
