Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: This one us spoilerish for Roy's network and alchemical code.
Sixty-one: Diary/Journal
Hawkeye wasn't the sort of person to keep a journal. She was too practical; too focussed on how to deal with what was happening now, and what would soon occur to think about the past more than she had to. She didn't want to think about the past any more than was necessary.
Mustang wasn't the sort to keep a journal of the past either – he wasn't proud of the things he'd done – but then, keeping a journal didn't mean that it had to be an honest representation of facts. Yes, he kept a journal, but it was entirely misleading.
"Monday", it read, next to the date. "Josephine decided my house needed lightening up. Flowers, she said, and Penny agreed. I now have two bouquets in vases, awaiting their approval."
Anyone but he, in reading that, would have rolled their eyes and wondered at how he kept his job when he spent so much time pandering to various women's opinions. When he read, it reminded him that both of his informants thought the flower-shop was being watched. He'd have to receive his messages elsewhere.