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--- Hair Clip ---
Riza sighed in the military cafeteria as she finger her not-to-short but not-to-long blonde hair. It was at the length that was allowed by military dress code and made her look feminine. It was too short for a hair elastic and too long to just leave alone. That one happy-medium length that was not so 'happy' to have. She sighed again as she was startled by a small blue bag dropping before her on the table. Carefully opening it, she pulled out a brown rounded hair clip. Turning around she smiled at the retreating back of her colonel, Roy Mustang.
A/N - Roy is one to know what woman want, even before the woman knows what she wants. They don't call him the lady's man of Amestris for nothing.