Characters: Mustang, Hawkeye and mentions of Hughes
Disclaimer: I truly don't own FMA, and none of you are surprised.
A/N - This was to prove to a friend that I can't write fluff. My main area of 'expertise' is torture, angst, and hurt without the comfort. So please, do not run away screaming in abject horror after reading. Thank you.
Torii - Thanks for the review on 'Obsession'! I'll make sure to do a Havoc/Roy one just for you!
:Military Wit:
"Sir? I just saw Major Hughes, and he's acting quite strangely, even for him."
"Oh? Is that so?" an innocence that Mustang did not possess laced the question, but he grinned with the usual smug amusement which sent a chill down Hawkeye's spine.
It was a look that equaled trouble.
"You two are at it again, aren't you?" a sigh of fated acceptance filled the room. "You two really must stop making bets every time he's in town. The last time he was here, an entire block had to be shut down for a month while repairs on its' 'crispy' buildings took place. So, even though I'm afraid to ask, what's the damage this time?"
In a split second, his grin grew larger, though he didn't answer, letting all the 'could-be's' run through his Lieutenants mind. There was really only one conclusion that could be reached after what she'd seen Hughes doing. She was a smart woman. She'd know what was in store.
He was right. It only took a moment for her to reach that conclusion. "Oh no. Sir? Please don't tell me that you finally caved in on his request?"
A curt nod, the grin taking on an approving quality. "Lieutenant, do make sure the auditorium is set up for a five-hour slide show by tomorrow morning, would you? And make sure the men understand this is a mandatory meeting."
Another sigh, this time of annoyance. "I knew it was bad, considering Hughes is prancing around in a red sequined dress in the courtyard, singing 'I Feel Pretty' in a high falsetto voice. I had been wondering why Fuery was taking pictures though. At least now I understand that part."
"Teachings of blackmail are a required course at the military university, you know. And I don't own a camera."
"Of course. Wait, sir?" she began, as a sudden thought struck her, "aren't you leaving for the East City Conference tonight?"
Mustang's grin grew to it's maximum allowance, the smug factor tripled. "Do let me know how everything goes tomorrow, won't you Lieutenant?"
Fin
