A/n: Chap 49 of the manga is out! Yippe! Too bad it's RAW…and I can't read Japanese, lol. Enjoy this, which I've classified as fluffy humor. :)
Maylin-Chan: At least you got to go on vacation. I was going to go to Las Vegas but it was cancelled for fairly stupid reasons. Thanks for the review:)
Gundamjunkierx780: XD When I first saw your review for chap 9 I thought it was for chapter 10. I was confused by why you found it funny, lol. But now I'm no longer confused…though something else will do it eventually. :)
The Air Alchemist: Maybe it's just me, but when I don't use their names it seems deeper. Not sure why…glad you liked it. :)
Reyana Draconis: Thank you very much, doing different genres is more fun then just one (though angst and humor are my favs). And thanks for saying you'll read my sins drabbles, with your little boost of inspiration and the fact I'm doing nothing but sitting on my butt watching Frasier and cleaning up after puppies, I think I'll start working on them. You got a longer review, you get a cookie:)
Thanks for reviewing Amazonian Anime Queen, invisible johnny, Lil-Kudo, and saffiremoon21. :)
A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.
H. L. Mencken (1880 - 1956)
#11 Unrest
Riza Hawkeye's mind was in a state of unrest…and pure rage.
She hadn't meant to pick up the phone the same time Roy was using it. She hadn't intended to intercept the call.
She had hung up right away, before he could know a third person had entered the conversation. But she'd stayed on just long enough to catch a few words.
"…Gloria…flowers…she'll love them…"
Riza's teeth ground together. He was getting some women named Gloria flowers!
She couldn't believe him; he was seeing another women behind her back!
Gloria…she was probably a tramp, she had to be. And Riza was sure she was a bitch, the kind Riza would love to clock over the head with something big and heavy.
She would take care of Gloria later, now she had to plan on how to punish Roy. After a half hour of neglecting her regular duties, and throwing most of her pens at Fuery like darts, she came up with the perfect solution.
She was going to shoot him in the head…no…first the groin, then the head.
No man cheated on Riza Hawkeye! Not even Roy Mustang!
"Excuse me, are you Riza Hawkeye?"
She looked up from her desk, taking in a man in a bright blue uniform; he had a big smile on his face, so wide and cheery Riza was actually unnerved. In his hand was a large bouquet of flowers, a mixture of…well, Riza wasn't sure, she knew nothing of flowers. The cheerful man held out the flowers to her, his smile widening (if that was possible).
What the hell?
"These are for you, from a secret admirer, complementary of the Gloria Flower Company,"
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