Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Not really a spoiler. But it is remeniscient of something that occured in one of the novels. I believe it was the Roy Mustang Observation Journal, or whatever it's called.
Sixty-seven: Quirks
"Hazel? . . . Ahaha, yeah, it's me. How are you? . . . Good! I was just calling because tonight's busy after all. Would you be interested in dinner tomorrow night instead?" The charm Mustang was oozing at that moment was almost unbearable. Luckily, half of his staff were out on their breaks at that moment. The other half were scrambling to get the rest of their work done, so they could leave the office.
"No, no – nothing's wrong," he insisted. "I've just found out I have . . . more work than expected." His eyes swept over the extra stack of paperwork that Hawkeye had unceremoniously dumped on his desk directly after he mentioned his date with Hazel to Havoc. The man had been distraught – Hazel was the pretty secretary at the front desk of the dentists' office he'd been eyeing for the past week – but the paperwork Hawkeye had had foisted on Mustang seemed to cheer him up. Sometimes Mustang didn't know whether Hawkeye did it because he insisted on making his information gathering look like dates, or to make Havoc feel better. As fellow snipers, they did seem to be close friends. She was gone now – she'd already had her break, but had announced she was going to go down to the shooting range. Mustang didn't like the look on her face when she left.