Just an average day...
by Roy Mustang
So I'm sitting here, not doing my paperwork of course, and one of Havoc's bimbo girlfriends comes into the office. I'm only slightly distracted by her short skirt, but it looks like Havoc could only pick up a mediocre girl. I'll work on stealing her later. It won't take much work, but it's a lot of work not doing my work.
Well, sort of.
Hawkeye came over to me, right before my lunch break. I afforded a sneak up her miniskirt. She didn't say anything, but I was sure she saw. She slammed some more work I could avoid (give it to another department?) on my desk and asked when I'd be done with last weeks work.
I smiled at her and she went weak at the knees. "I'll make sure it gets done," I told her. She must have been slightly uncomfortable with the situation because she left.
Or she was just gay.
I'm sure I can turn her straight then.
I always scheduled myself a lenient lunch break; that's one of the nice things about being Fuhrer. I was about to leave when Fullmetal forced himself into my office, very angry. He seemed to have a piece of paper in his hand as he yelled at me. I tried to pay attention, but he was so short, it was hard to hear him.
"Fullmetal," I said eventually. "What's wrong?"
"This—this order!" he managed, looking up at me.
"What order?" I asked grinning, knowing suddenly what he was talking about.
Edward just glared at me, ripping his triplicate down the center. "The new uniform."
"Oh, well, the women of the army have to wear miniskirts now," I said, trying to get past the rabid alchemist.
"I'M NOT A WOMAN!" he spluttered. I looked down to see the miniskirt on the young man. It looked nice.
"You are in my bed," I told him with a purr.