Me: FMA's not mine. But Havoc is! Yum!
Copyright people: I'm sorry miss, what was that?
Me: N-nothing! runs like hell
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PC (Purple Carnation): Thanks again! glomp She's uh… well… You'll see.
BGwildRoze: I plan on it! XD
kaeto58: Bwahahahahahahaa….. rubs hands together, laughing maliciously
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"Uhm… Riza?" Came a familiar voice. Riza stopped short, one of the papers that she had been ripping apart tore in her pale hands that were shaking with an unbridled fury as he asked, "You okay there, hon?" "J-Jean?" The poor woman sighed and sat down among the shambles that was, at one point, her neatly organized desk. Jena took a seat near the door and grabbed a small sheet of paper that was floating near his head, "Busy I guess…" 'Wait… this paper… Damn, this is… What the? That's amazing! Riza really is a genius! This idea could make her millions!'
He shook his head, a small smile spreading across his face, "Man, he must have really gotten to you today or… Riza…" the grin broadened playfully, "Are you PMS-ing?"
His comment was greeted with three shots. Two were warning bullets and the other was a definite threat, it whizzed past his ear and bounced against the bullet-proof glass. "What's it to you?" Riza seethed as she slid the pistol back into her drawer. The people in the hallways were running around screaming but neither of them noticed. "Thought so." Havoc said as he pulled another candy cigarette out of the little black box with the large red dot on it and slid it between his lips.
"You know he's just being stupid, he means well." Riza glared at Jean as he spoke.
"But that doesn't make him any less rude or inconsiderate."
Teal eyes twinkled, "True."
"Or idiotic, or self-righteous, or over-bearing…" Riza went off, listing a whole slew of negative features about their dark-eyed friend and Jean only listened, and nodded occasionally when a term came about that he was familiar with (For some of the words she spouted were quite foreign to him, no surprise, Riza was a genius.), and they agreed on.
"I get it." He said finally, cutting her off in mid-sentence, "He's a dick, ok. But still…" Riza's eyes drew into slits, "I'm not apologizing. Not. Again." His expression turned into one similar one a small child would give their mother when asking for a new toy. The woman at the desk scoffed and turned her head, "It's not my fault! I shouldn't have to apologize all the time!" Jean nodded, "However right you may be, he's certainly not gonna do it and one of you have got to be able to do it!"
Riza Hawkeye stood up abruptly and headed towards her office door.