12.14.1915
2100 hours
Travel Diary,
I didn't thing I'd have any use for this travel diary but I guess I will use it.
Right now everyone is asleep. Miss Hawkeye across from me laying on her bench, using her diary as a pillow. I swear she enjoys teasing me. The way she almost smiles and glances my way every time I say something. She looks at me when I'm not looking and she writes in that diary of her's almost obsessively. I need to get a grip. She obviously hates me to death. Hell. If I were to die now I'd hear her cackle in hell. That's how much she hates me. And I better not ask her anything either. She nearly killed me when I asked if what she was writing in was a diary or not. That woman really needs to take anger management or something.
At the moment we are headed to France to witness Maes and Gracia get married. I personally don't believe in LOVE. Like the life love thing isn't true. I would know. Besides..what're the chances of them staying together? She's Catholic and he's Jewish. One day they'll just pop and there'll be divorce and Maes'll be my roommate again and everything will be how it was.
I'd never tell him that to his face though..I don't want to burst his little bubble he put himself in, he already gets enough from his parents.
Earlier Riza was talking to him and she said she wishes more guys were like him. She said this rather loudly and looked at me pretty hard. I have no idea what she meant but she was talking about me.
He just HAD to bring his niece, Varda. She's cute but too young and a little bit creepy. She just stared the whole time and now she's asleep against me, which I normally wouldn't mind but she's a scary stalker child. She agreed with everything I said and asked questions like "Do you believe in love at first sight." and "Do you date younger girls."
Yes. She asked that and she's been trying to hold my hand. I have a feeling I'm not going to survive. She's GOING to make a freakish shrine and wear my skin as a cloak. I know it.
Mustang
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