054. O Child-sama
What had she gotten herself into? She had been pretty certain that after the Academy and maybe even after Ishbal things would have changed for the better. In a way they had, but at the same time, she was starting to wonder about the opposite sex.
Were all men this idiotic?
More specifically, were all men at Eastern Command this idiotic?
Riza Hawkeye took into consideration the other men she had come in contact with during her time East and surmised that, no, it might have just been the men she worked directly with who were complete, childish, idiots. She stood over the three men who were huddled intently over a sheet of paper that Mustang had so proudly slid before them. He stood with a puffed out chest and an undeserved since of accomplishment from her standpoint, but his men seemed to be in awe all the same.
"I'm hoping that this charming little gathering all revolves around the Lieutenant Colonel's shocking completion of all his paper work before noon." Instantly tearing their eyes from the paper before them, the men stared back at the expectant female with wide eyes.
"Second Lieutenant, welcome back!" Falman stood straight and saluted. The other two followed his example but with sloppier salutes. Roy pouted in her direction.
"We were just going over a proposal I've come up with, Hawkeye. It might not be paper work but its business all the same." He defended. He was two years older than her and beat her in rank, but how could the man be such a child. Moving through the crowded men, Riza picked up the sheet, ignoring the fact Falman's eyes widened significantly and both Breda and Havoc snapped their eyes between their commanding office and his aide nervously. Allowing her eyes to roam over the otherwise childish illustration, the blonde sniper was torn between all out laughing and shooting her commanding officer in the face.
"Sir," she managed, holding back any entertainment she might have as she held up the poor illustration of what would have appeared to be a large breasted woman in a military jacket, sinfully short skirt, and painfully high heels. She couldn't help but to notice the picture appeared to have some resemblance of her, except with long hair. The other men in the room inched away slowly. "What exactly is this supposed to be?" Roy hesitated before clearing his throat and allowing his uncalled for pride to surface.
"I have a meeting with Grumman today! I had some suggestions is all." Riza quirked an eyebrow.
"You believe the General would approve… this?" she asked, annoyance now replacing other emotions. Roy cocked his head to the side, much like a child trying to process if he had done something wrong.
"It's perfectly harmless. Plus, I believe my drawing skills have improved over the years, don't you? Just look at how AMAZINGLY sexy that drawing is!" Crumbling the picture, Riza pulled out her gun and directed it between the man's eyes.
"I'm going to say this only once, sir." She started in a far too sweet tone. "Women weren't put here for your viewing pleasure, despite your sexist thoughts. Secondly, if I find you drawing any more degrading pictures on the back of important documents ever again, I will make the rest of you career and living hell."
Needless to say, Roy never took to drawing crude images on the back of his paper work, though over time, when Riza would return and find him napping at his desk behind a stack of unfinished paper, his paper work could be found with little sketches of alchemic arrays or her newly acquired puppy.
Roy Mustang would never grow up.