Chicken and Scent of War's Aproach

Roy didn't look up as the door opened in front of him, and as he attempted to finish the paper work that was due an hour earlier he recognized the intruders voice immediately.

Maes.

"So Roy, rumor has it that you and Ashes are getting serious now."

"What are you talking about?" Roy said coolly as he looked up at his room mate/ coworker/ friend.

'I mean that your "Whyroycan'tkeepagirlfriend" Disorder hasn't scared her off yet. Kimblee's pretty mad about it." Maes said plopping down in a chair across from Roy.

Roy sighed, scribbling his signature once more before Ashes' orange haired head popped in the door. It was covered in sweat, which showed she'd been doing the "Mandatory Exceptance work".

In other words? The hard work they shove on the new officers as a form a hazing.

"I'm going to go get some take out for me, Hawkeye, and Havoc. You guys want something?"

"That's ok, I eating dinner with Gracia tonight and need a full appetite. Oh, by the way Roy, that means you need to be gone till about midnight or so." Maes said, glancing at the Flame Alchemist, who looked tempted to make his friend go up like a match.

"That's ok. You Roy?"

"That's not right Hughes. Its my apartment too." Roy seemed to be ignoring Ashes, but his face turned a lovely shade of pink as Ashes raised and eye brow and said, "Hey scatter-brain! We're going out tonight remember?"

(Symptom 7 Of WhyRoyCan'tKeepAGirlfriend Disorder: Forgetting every date except the first one.

Symptom 8 Of WhyRoyCan'tKeepAGirlfriend Disorder: Remembering, and showing up partially dressed and/or drunk.)

"...Chicken."

"Roy, did you just speak Ishbalan?" Ashes looked at Roy as if he was insane, seeming to have not understood his VERY specific specification for lunch.

"No. I said I want chicken. C-H-I-C-K-E-N." He snapped at her, and immediately wished he hadn't as Jack leapt on him and knocked him backwards in his chair.

"Get off him Jack!" Ashes laughed as she walked over and propped Roy's chair back up, then put a hand out for him to pull himself up on.

"Look at poor abused Roy. I'll get you chicken. How's that sound?"

Roy looked back at his papers and started signing silently and furiously once more, flinging them into a large pile on his desk.

But he stopped when he realized he'd dated the last six papers as follows.

Date: With Ashes

"Crap." He sighed as he hit his head with a gloved hand.

Ashes walked next to Jack just as Kimblee appeared behind her.

He looked her up and down repeatedly, as if undressing her with his eyes.

Jack turned and growled when Kimblee cleared his throat.

Kimblee moved to strike out with his leg, but found Ashes' fist striking him in the face first.

"Don't you EVER kick Jack!"

Meanwhile, in a desert city called Ishbal, a series of special opts troops sat in tents strewn in the desert, making their plan to attack the Ishballans.

And no one knew...

Except Jack.

Because he could smell war approaching.

It smelled like Kimblee.

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