Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu

Notes: Ay, number eighty. It feels like we're on the home stretch now. Only ten more days and these will all be over. And lol, I'm glad I re-read this before posting, because a particular sentence was worded very badly. Sounded way too sexual innuendo for this rating and for my intentions as a writer - eep!


Eighty: Categorise

"Brosh and Ross? Nah, I'd say they'll be right on the dating scene as soon as he has the guts to ask her out. She may be a bit hesitant at first, but" – Havoc clicked his tongue – "if he finds the guts to ask her, he'll have the determination to talk her 'round, too."

"You reckon?" Feury asked. "I would have thought he'd be rejected outright . . ."

"Hey. Hey," Breda said, poking at Havoc's elbow over the lunch-table. "What about . . ?" He twitched his head in the direction of the office.

Havoc frowned. "Who?"

"Y'know" – he twitched again – "The Colonel and Hawkeye."

"Ahh, those two?" Havoc shook his head with a laugh. "I put them under the heading of 'In Denial'. They'll get to it in time, but until then . . . They're just hopeless."