I hope you like this chapter; it's kinda… well you figure it out.

Enjoy!

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Of course he was sure of what he was doing that night… he was just a hell nervous.

He wasn't leaving yet, maybe he had a little time, dinner was over but… maybe during tea time, and yeah he had a while.

"Are you leaving?"

Or not.

"No, no I … I was just mysteriously walking along the door frame" he answered nervously as he smiled nervously.

He was in fact nervous, he had never been nervous before, well maybe a couple of times. But not this nervous.

"Good, Ill prepare tea for both then" she said sweetly as she headed for the kitchen.

Oh he was hell of nervous. He couldn't even lie to himself that he wasn't it was way too obvious.

Think…think…think. Blank. Nothing came, he was sure he had rehearsed it before, maybe like a zillion times, probably a little more.

But that didn't work at the moment.

He moved himself from the door frame to the couch he was going to wait for her on the couch, sitting … no … he couldn't sit he couldn't stand it.

May be he should wait a little longer. Or maybe not.

"Here" she said as she handed him his tea mug. But as she handed it her hands graced his, and she noticed.

"You're hands… they're cold, and sweaty"

"What?!" he said nervously again.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked curiously.

"Nothing, nothing at all"

"Yeah sure… I told you can't lie to me"

What´ he thought I've never been this nervous before c'mon Roy
Mustang you've been half dead and survived, and now you cant even face a woman… you sure are quite out of shape´

"You're nervous" she stated simply as she examined his eyes.

"What?! … No why would I be nervous WHAT would I be nervous of?"

"Yeah sure"

"Ok fine… "

This is it Roy c'mon you can do it´

"I… well … kinda … whaaaaanted you … well"

"C'mon what?"

"Well"

A number of bullet shots could be heard but it could be perfectly noticeable that it was only one gun.

"YOU WHAT!!!!??"

"I'm really sorry I swear…" he answered as he covered himself from the bullet craziness.

"Why did you even take it in the first place?"

"Whaaa… well…I don't know…"

"That was one of my favorites you know?"

"Not really… I just kinda found out in a pretty bad way"

"Swear now Roy… YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH ONE OF MY GUNS AGAIN"

"I swear…"

Of course he knew he was going to get hurt for this one, not that badly but.

At the end it was his entire fault he tripped over the stairs in an urgent run out from the shooting, and slammed his head with a flower pot.

He was now being nursed by his girlfriend who just happened to scare the hell out of him.

"Ouch!!"

"Don't move … if not it wont glue"

As a matter of fact he had almost cracked his head open… with a flower pot.

This sure was embarrassing enough.

But he was happy the flower pot was there, if not he might have been shot.

Besides.

"There you go. Sleep a little Ill change the bandages tomorrow, sweet dreams"

Who wouldn't be happy for a flower pot If it saved you from a horrible half-death plus… made her forget the…

"Don't think I've forgotten the gun incident, you will get you're punishment for that one"

Or maybe not.

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I thought the story needed a little more fluff, sorry if I made you believe something else.

Don't worry … it'll be over soon.

By the way… the little button down there seems to be quite attractive all of a sudden doesn't it?

Go ahead and press it … see what happens.

PS: Obey the little button Go´