048. Side of face
He was bold. Too bold.
Fuery could be heard whimpering somewhere behind his desk. He must have picked the wrong day to come back early from the tech center. Falman had just walked in, standing in the door wide eyed and jaw hanging. Breda seemed conflicted on if he should be freaking out over the fact Black Hayate had taken to hiding under his desk or the fact their commanding officer had most definitely gone completely insane. As for Jean Havoc, he had slowly begun his painfully slow slide towards the wide open door.
Waiting for the sound of gunshots and howling pain, none of the men bothered to speak as a rather smug Roy Mustang looked down at his shocked aide. The tension had built far too much and it could probably be said that anyone in Central at the moment knew not to come anywhere near this specific vicinity of the building.
"Sir… what was that?" Hawkeye finally managed, though not budging from her spot. Mustang chuckled and gave her a sly smirk.
"It was a kiss, Hawkeye. Don't tell me it's been that long since you've been kissed." That had done it. All noise and breathing immediately ceased. Although Hawkeye's face seemed to settle from shocked to its usual stoic expression, the men knew something bad was about to happen. Letting out a sigh, the blonde nodded.
"I thought so." And with that, a resounding slap echoed through the room as the sniper's hand collided with the side of the man's face. "You're too bold sir." She informed and walked briskly out of the office. All eyes fell on the red cheeked, shocked alchemist.
"So, mistletoe is officially prohibited I assume." Havoc managed to nervously laugh. At least no one had been shot.