The Challenge- "What kind of underwear doesriza hawkeye wear…?" i am going to get shot for this one. a lot. -fireun
"HAAAAAAAYAAAAAATE!"
It was shriek of purely feminine rage, and that was something so utterly unexpected, so out of the norm, that people passing on the streets froze. A small black and white dog bounded out a doggy door, ears flapping merrily in the wind, alongside what looked to be a dainty pair of women's underwear.
Hot on the miscreant hound's heels came a lean whirlwind of blond fury. She might have been clad only in a fluffy bathrobe, but that did nothing to lessen the effect her pistols had on onlookers, who did everything in their power to get the hell out of her way.
"HAYATE! HEEL!"
Black Hayate did seem to be at all inclined to stop. He galloped down the street and into the only other building he was familiar with. Once inside, after an almost tragic collision with a soldier on the stairs, Hayate made a beeline for the usual room.
Roy Mustang looked down in bemused surprise as Black Hayate hurled himself into the office, something lacey and lavender in color wrapped over his muzzle and clenched in his teeth. He reached down, patted the dog on the head, and went to remove what Hayate had in his mouth…
"Sir." Riza snapped, slapping his hand away.
"Was that necessary, Lieutenant!" Roy hissed. She had slapped rather hard…He looked up…and blinked. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye was standing in his office, hair down and windblown; clad in nothing more than a bathrobe… "Lieutenant?"
"Don't stare." Riza snarled, pulling her…well damn. Those were her underwear Hayate had been jaunting about with. Roy felt a laugh coming on, and tried desperately to look the other way. It wouldn't be good at all to get her angry with him, not when she had a pistol in hand and a furious look on her face. He must have let some amusement slip through, as he heard her snarl something incoherent as she straightened, giving him a brief, glorious look at her cleavage before the bathrobe resettled into a more decent configuration.
"Take as much time as you need to get in this morning, Lieutenant." Roy attempted a conciliatory tone of voice, wanting desperately to diffuse her mood.
"I will be back in fifteen minutes, sir." Riza snapped, saluting and turning smartly before stalking out. "Hayate. Come." The dog huffed a whimper and slunk out after his owner.
As soon as Riza was safely out of earshot Roy collapsed into a fit of hysterical laughter. It was just too perfect; the impervious Riza Hawkeye had lacey, pastel underwear.