The Course of a Day

One thing the military is about is routine. Rigid, set and repeated over the time a soldier serves. Routine that is so engrained that is something akin to instinct. Where motions are automatic. Roy Mustang was no exception to such things. He was a soldier after all.

At eight he would arrive in his office.

Promptly at eight-fifteen Hawkeye would bring in the first evil pile of overly wordy and entirely pointless paperwork.

By nine he would be making excuses to go and get coffee.

He'd be herded back to his desk by nine-ten and then a pen would be forced into his hand. An ominous click from Riza's gun would get him signing.

Paperwork until lunch at noon, and more paperwork after unless there were meetings. Though oddly Roy preferred to stare down the piles on his desk.

Everyday at six he would be allowed to leave. On occasion he did leave early but it wasn't as often as Hawkeye claimed. Though she did seem to have a weakness to his newly developed begging eyes.

However there was one part of his schedule that wasn't entirely routine, if that made any sense. By not it was unintentional, though at times he put conscious thought into it.

Over the course of the day Roy would find himself falling in love all over again. In love with none of that than Edward Elric, the shrimp, the Fullmetal Alchemist. There was no set time that it happened, but it did each and every day. Whether it was just when he was dragging himself out of bed in the morning and Ed would grumbled and latch onto his pillow instead while talking in his sleep, or at the end of the day when Ed would keep his hair down to sleep because he knew Roy liked it that way.

It was all those little things that did it he supposed. The way he knew that at the end of the day he had something he could live for even if everything else was going wrong, eve if Ed still liked to kick his shins when he made an innocent joke or two.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his musings, expecting to see Hawkeye coming to tell him to get to work he was surprised at what blonde was actually there.

"Come on old man. I'm stealing you for lunch. Oh and you're buying."

So maybe routines weren't so bad after all.