Oops, it seems I owe the world two chapters now. Well no matter, here they come. Thank you for the suggestions by the way! Next chapter will be the reader's choice!

-Tights Tuesday-

"Tights Tuesday, huh?" Catalina remarked to her blonde friend.

"It'd be warmer," replied Hawkeye, inadvertently crossing her legs to keep her body warmth between her legs.

Catalina mused on this. "Hm."

But then the brunette raised an eyebrow and leaned in to whisper loudly into Hawkeye's ear. "But don't you think all of this so strange? It's just our department doing this 'holiday' thing and I don't think this particularly helps the cheeriness of the whole place…"

The lieutenant just gave Catalina a firm smile.

"I'm sure it helps the day go by faster," she affirmed, taking care not to give the leery men on the other side of the room a threatening stare.

tuesday the next day

Hawkeye walked into the office in black tights on Tuesday morning.

Mustang was sorely disappointed.

"Oh, I thought it was tights today," he said, as nonchalantly as he could, noting that his lieutenant was just wearing the standard military uniform that day. Mustang sat far back in his chair, sucking in his great sadness.

She smiled. "I am, sir," she said, making her way to his desk. "There wasn't a mention that it was only tights, and it was cold outside."

Mustang looked back up on the sign that he had practically single-handedly authored. He grimaced to himself when he realized how loose the terms on the notice were.

Ah, what a shame. A waste of a hoax.

"It's funny, isn't it, sir?" Hawkeye continued her only-in-title superior (though really quite inferior when it came to level of maturity). "Usually the General is very specific in his orders."

The colonel wasn't going to let his defense down. "You're right. He must be testing his brevity."

She didn't even ponder for a second. "That's too bad that he's not here this week to figure that out."

"Y-yeah, I thought it was strange how immediate this 'holiday wear' notice went up on the board myself," Mustang laughed nervously. Once, then twice.

"Yes, very strange," she agreed, giving him yet another smile.

Her smile seemed much too knowing for his comfort and he immediately turned back to his paperwork, waiting out the light blush that reddened his cheeks.

He was ready with an excuse for that too. Silly lieutenant, the cold outside is so frightful. Even my ears and cheeks turned frozen red.

Mustang waited for her to pass, and he could have sworn her steps turned more confident.

It was just the second day and she already knew. He quietly facepalmed, before making himself refocus on the work in front of him. He wasn't going to let a simple chat give him completely away.

Except when she had stood aside him on his side of the desk, he had enjoyed how confrontationally close she was standing next to him…

Still worth it, he mused.

Thanks all for the reviews and the support in advance. I shall crank out the next in just a couple of moments.

Ah, and merry Christmas!

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