Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Fortunately, the salubrious little fellow is no-one we know.
Seventeen: Scars
"My most memorable scar?"
Havoc grinned around his cigarette. "Feury answered that one about the thing he regrets the most, and you saw what that took out of him." Across the room, the young, bespectacled man reddened, head ducking down.
Seeing Mustang lean forward out of the corner of her eye, about to change the topic, Hawkeye contemplated her options carefully before smiling down at the blue uniform pants she still wore, despite work having been finished for over an hour. "There's a long, thin one on my leg from a barbed-wire fence I lived near as a child."
Mustang's tense frown turned into a snicker, and Havoc gave her a nudge. "So, how'd you get it?"
"Some lout tried to kiss me, and I backed right up into the thing." There was a laugh and an amused frown or two, sensing the story wasn't over. "It really only served to fuel my outrage at the time, and so when he tried to grope me, under the guise of helping me out, I decked him and hobbled home."
As the laughs died down and the next story started, Mustang sent her a smile, as an apology for assuming she couldn't take care of her own secrets.