Chapter 2

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The man frowned at the invitation sitting on his desk. It was something that he dreaded each year. However, it was important to be able to reach the top. He had to make it to every single one of these blasted dances. And how he hated them.

He hated them because it would mean having to go through a gaggle of girls to find one that knew that he wasn't going to be serious. He hated them because it meant that he'd have to find a way to make sure that everything was perfect. He hated them because it meant that he would have to grovel in front of every single higher officer, and how he despised doing that. Roy Mustang hated these military balls.

But, on the flip side, he mused, there was still something likable about it. He liked the way that he could put his Alchemist gloves in his pockets, and even if a fingertip showed, no one would comment. He liked talking to his sensible date. He liked dancing to some of the music, and he liked watching the stars outside on the balcony. But, most of all, he loved seeing Riza Hawkeye step into the room. He loved the way that she smiled at him in greeting. He loved seeing her dress up as she could do. He loved seeing the creative ways that she hid the scar on her back. He loved being able to act normal with her, even if they were surrounded by people who wanted him to be stiff and formal.

He chuckled humorously as he picked up the phone to find a sensible date. All in all, though the alchemist hated those dances, Roy Mustang cherished those small memories that made his life enjoyable.

There we go. Geez, that was harsh. It was much easier to write Riza's pov.

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