A/N- Another originally written for the LJ fma_fic_contest. The prompt was "shoelaces." I don't even own FMA in any of the infinite alternate universes.
Warning: The act referred to was done under controlled (animated) conditions. Do not try it at home! Also, beware of one cuss word and a largish plot hole.
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He should have locked the door to his inner sanctum.
So what if he'd nodded off a little at his desk? He'd been up all night doing painstaking alchemical research.
Who had done it? Someone was going to regret his- or her- little caper. It could be the lieutenant. She did have a usually dormant playful streak. Damn, if it was her, there would be no recrimination. She would just say that he had deserved it, and she would make him believe that.
The thought of her having done it was sort of exciting… Ahem.
Breda didn't have the flexibility to have crawled under the desk.
Havoc was a possibility. He was not skillful with the fairer sex, but he was an accomplished prankster. (Roy did not consider it a prank, but the others would.) Havoc was lithe enough to have performed the dark deed.
Falman- highly unlikely.
Fuery would never have done it, which was not to say that he would not have recorded it. Oh, yes, there probably was a recording, a permanent record of his humiliation. Where was the hidden camera? He looked around from his embarrassing vantage point.
Wait! What was that sound? Young Ms. Rockbell was a brilliant mechanic, but even she could not eliminate the distinctive sound of an automail leg. The shrimp was here! Now there was no doubt in his mind who had engineered his descent into this ungainly position on the floor of his office by tying his shoelaces together while he napped.
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A/N- Roy initially believes that it could be Riza because of the omakes where she drew a mustache and cat's whiskers on his face. And, I am sure that she played tricks on him when he was her father's apprentice. Thanks for reading! Take care.