Roy Mustang took his job very seriously; even more so when it was time to send out his best for a mission. It killed him a little each time he had to send Fullmetal out. If Roy was Furher the boy would be locked up in a room where nobody could get to him and he certainly couldn't piss anyone off. But Roy wasn't Furher so Fullmetal still had to be treated like everyone else.
As if on cue, like the boy knew when Roy was thinking of him most, the door to his office bounced open. The pepsky of a boy strolled in with his usually swagger. "Good morning Colonel!" Ed greeted with a huge smile on his face instead of his usually scowl.
"Morning Fullmetal, have you been taking those vitiams like Hawkeye told you so you could grow?" Roy decided if he wanted to see his favourite face he was going to snap Ed out his strange mood.
"Oh no, nothing of the sort. I'm just trying out a new routine." Ed sprawled himself into a chair infront of Roy's desk.
It seemed that breaking Ed's good mood was going to be a bit harder than usually. Roy shifted through some of the folders on his desk, making it look like he was looking for Ed's. When really it was right on top, because all Roy had thought about all morning was the shrimp.
"Sooo what new mission am I going on this week?" Ed asked out of the blue. This destroyed all of Roy's thoughts. The mission was the only other card Roy had in his deck.
"Well, there seem to be some disturbances in the Ridque areas. Nothing to major, but there have been talks of Biological Alchemy in that area too." Roy looked at Ed, he usually didn't like to give Ed leads. It would just keep him gone longer.
"Alright Colonel, I'll be on my way." Ed stood with a smile, after grabbing the folder he looked up at Roy. "Don't get too uptight with me gone." Ed beamed at him; he turned on his heel and headed for the door. Right before shutting it Ed turned and threw a beaten journal on the couch. "I think that belongs to you." Ed winked and shut the door.
Roy looked at the journal, turned to his desk opened the last drawer. Like he had thought, his beaten journal was missing. "Well, that explains Ed's good mood." Nobody, not even a guntoting Hawkeye would have erased the ear-to-ear smile on Roy's face.