Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: I tend to write Hawkeye as having a terrible job keeping Mustang in line, don't I? :P I'm sure he's not as bad as I make out . . .
Fifty-three: Sighs
There it was again. That gusty, wistful noise. Hawkeye's eyes narrowed, and she tried not to clench her pen too hard. There were only four more forms for her to read through and sign, and then she'd be able to go on her break. It wasn't that long, really, just-
And again. She closed her eyes briefly before looking up. "Sir?"
Colonel Mustang was sitting at his desk, head resting on one palm as he gazed out the window. "It's such a lovely day out today, Lieutenant."
She gritted her teeth. "Yes, it is, sir. If you finish your work, perhaps you could have your break outside."
"Why do we have to work on such lovely days?" he sighed, once more.
"Other than our days off, we have to work every day, sir. Whether it's sunny, rainy, snowing . . ."
He didn't seem to hear her. "Do you know what would be perfect on a day like this? Ice-cream. Let's go get some ice-cream."
"After you've finished your work you can go on your break, sir, but you have to fill out those forms, first." Hawkeye scrawled a signature on the bottom of one of her four, having read through it as they spoke.
Mustang looked down at the papers on his desk. The rest sitting there would take him at least an hour to go through. A lamentable sigh slipped out of his mouth. Hawkeye took a deep breath and tried to ignore him.