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"—keeps me warm in bed—"
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Hawkeye, awoke, dazed, and made her way to the ringing phone.
"Yes?" she asked, looking at the clock, which read 3 in the morning.
"Lieutenant?"
"Yes, Colonel," she yawned.
"I don't have an umbrella and it's pouring outside," he said. "And I'm stuck at the bar. And cold. I promise I'm not drunk."
She sighed.
"Which bar?"
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Hawkeye pulled the covers tighter around herself and later felt a light bounce on her bed.
"Hayate," she smiled, turning around. She pulled him closer to her and petted his fur.
"Hm…the new shampoo is pretty good, hm? It smells great," she said. She ran her fingers through the dog's fur. "Hopefully, this silky fur lasts a couple of days like the bottle said it would."
Something touched her waist.
She shrieked, jumping out of bed, aiming her gun at the mass on her bed.
"C-Colonel! What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, freaking out. She didn't think she had ever been this frightened before.
"You keep a gun on your nightstand?"
"You're in my bed?"
Mustang raised his hands up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I, uh, I…uh.."
She let out a deep sigh and regained her composure, her breath falling back to normal. She tossed her gun onto her bed and sat down, resting her head on one hand and sighing.
"I'm sorry," Mustang said, sitting down next to her. "I didn't know I'd—"
"Colonel," she said. "You don't need to explain. Just…get out."
So Mustang left.
Once Hawkeye had completely recovered, Hayate jumped onto her lap.
She pet his rather bristly fur and frowned.
"I knew the advertisement was too good to be true."
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