You Royai fans are crazy. Well, here's another short that you guys have been waiting on!
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"—he always agrees with me—"
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"Maybe you should—"
"No, I know what I'm doing," he said, moving her out of the way.
"You've never operated a flamethrower before, Colonel."
"I work with flames, damn it. I'm the Flame Alchemist!" he boasted. "This flamespitter is my baby!"
"You shouldn't be doing it in the library at least," she suggested.
"Nothing's going to happen. I'm just fixing it," he assured.
Mustang found something hard to pry with his fingers.
"Here, Colonel, let me help," Hawkeye said, reaching for the weapon.
"No, I can do this," Mustang said, pulling it towards him.
And the trigger as well.
Hawkeye threw herself onto the shelf to put out the flames before they spread.
Mustang picked up a book—charred half to ashes.
"Err…Lieutenant…how much do you think it will take to get another copy of this book?"
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"Colonel, before you go meet with the Fuhrer, consider these documents?"
"Sure," he said, putting the papers on his rising to do stack.
"You should read those before you go in."
"I completely understand."
"And also, finish your work."
"You're right."
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow.
"Um…you're going to be late," she said.
"I'll consider that."
"You should be getting up and racing to the conference room right now then, Colonel."
"Alright."
Hawkeye became unsettled.
"Colonel, you can't make it to the meeting sitting down."
"I'm aware."
"…what are you doing?"
"I'm agreeing with you."
She stood there for a moment, wordless. But she finally said, "You're an idiot."
"I…uh…"
Psssht, don't try to talk your way out of that Mustang :P.
As of this moment, this story has surpassed my previous Royai fic (Vase) in number of alerts! Not quite favorites or reviews yet, but this story hasn't ended yet :D. Oh wait, but I see that the other concurrent Royai fic (Ablaze) still beats this one...lol I really love to pit stories against each other. (Not that I'm betting or anything...heheheh)
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