Post by amouri on Jun 14, 2009 12:49:21 GMT -6
Havoc glanced at the watch on his wrist, eyes narrowing as he realized the time.
"I'll be going now boss," He said cheerfully, cramming the last bit of unfinished paperwork into the crammed filing cabinet.
The dark tuft of hair that was sticking up from underneath the sheet of paper shifted slightly, as the colonel waved his hand dismissively.
A small smile twitched at the second lieutenants lips.
Mustang had never been that serious about paperwork.
As he was on his way out, the Flame Alchemist lifted the sheet of paper that had been resting on his face and sent Jean a quizzical look.
"Hang on there Havoc, why are you going again?"
"Because you told me to regularly check up on our little...friend after work time."
"...Run that by me again?"
"Falman has been having some trouble."
"Ah. Allright then, good luck." Roy sighed as he leaned back and placed the paper on his face again.
Havoc smiled, and was just about to go out again when the colonel called him back for the second time.
He sighed slightly.
"Yes chief?"
"Hang on. Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
The lieutenant, who had been also trying to get a grip on the stubborn mass of paperwork, looked up warily at his question, to show that she was listening.
"Go with Havoc. See if Falman needs a break."
A slight crease could be seen between her eyebrows, but she only nodded. "Yes colonel Mustang."
Havoc furrowed his brow in surprise.
"Er...would that be wise colonel...?" He trailed away as he saw the amused smirk on the alchemist's face as he let the paper fall on his face again.
"Hawkeye is quite capable of defending herself I'm sure." his muffled voice replied.
---
Jean glanced at the first lieutenant in the back of the car, slightly concerned.
He knew the nature of their...little friend, and that Riza was the one that got the full blast of it most of the time.
"You ok? I can drop you off somewhere else if you want. I don't blame you if you don't wanna come in."
He said, turning his eyes to the road again.
He heard a slight click, and when he glanced back again he saw she was loading her gun.
"No no, the colonel has a good reason for putting me through this." She said calmly.
She paused, frowning slightly. "Though of course I don't have the slightest idea what that reason is." She sighed.
A small smile twitched at his mouth, causing the cigarette he was currently smoking to jerk slightly.
"Alright, if you say so."
As he pulled up beside the old apartment building, he himself checked that his fire-arm was functional.
You never know... he thought nervously.
He looked at the lieutenant, who had applied a more casual state of clothes, so as not to attract attention.
Her hair was down for once, and instead of the usual blue uniform she was wearing a white shirt with long sleeves and a long dark purple skirt.
He jerked his head towards the apartment.
"You sure you wanna go in? I'm not sure its gonna make things better if you look like that..."
"I'm the only one that can control him. Though of course, for different reasons than I would prefer..." She said with a slight hint of irritation. She was calm though, and that reassured him.
She was the only one who could control that crazy thing. Whether it be because of her skill with a gun or something quite else...
---
He knocked on the door, shifting nervously. Riza was standing calmly behind him, though with her hand near her handbag, wherein her gun was hidden.
A few seconds went by, and the door opened a notch, a pair of gray eyes looking out warily through the crack.
"Who is it?"
"Chill Varto, its us."
"Us?"
"...She's here too."
"What?! What was the colonel THINKING?! He knows how he is-"
Suddenly a sharp voice could be heard.
"What? Who ya talking to? You talking about me?"
The eyes disappeared for a second.
"No no...just stay where you are!" Falman said in slight panic, before staring out of the crack again.
"The idiot. He's hard enough as it is, let alone with Hawkeye around-"
"WHAT?! What'd you just say?!" The voice yelled again, excitement obvious in its tone.
Havoc sighed. "I say we get it over with. The colonel says we can babysit him for a while, let you have a break."
Falman scratched his normally-not-so-stubbly chin wearily.
"Allright. He's been driving me up the wall I can tell you."
With a rustle and a chink, Falman had slid back the small chain that had kept the door from opening wide, and Havoc and Hawkeye quickly stepped in.
Havoc gazed in slight shock at the mess within, old clothes were strewn on the floor, the bare walls of cement were cracked several places, and everywhere was signs of Falmans decreasing attention to hygiene.
A split second later, what looked like a blurred mass of iron and fur sprang across the room, knocking the second lieutenant over so he was flung against the wall.
"MISSY!!!!" A deafening roar of glee could be heard.
Havoc looked up in a daze from where he had slumped on the floor, gazing up at the armored serial killer who had pulled Hawkeye into a tight embrace, his skull-headed helmet resting on her shoulder, purring and babbling with joy.
"Missy! I missed you so much! Where've you been? Falman has been so booooring, he wouldn't even let me chop up the pizza guy when he asked what kind of pizza I wanted. But you'll let me chop him up, right? Missy, you're so prettyful, I love your dress, Missy, I love you you know that right? Your as soft as ever...can I cut you a bit? Just a wee bit? Please Missy?"
Havoc looked up in shock at the lieutenant, who was strangely calm through all this, which could almost be deciphered as verbal abusement had it been anyone else but her the massive tin can had said it to.
"I've been at work. No, you can't chop him up if you see him again. Thank you, yes, I do know. No, you can't. Not even a wee bit. NO."
She sighed, though was still as calm as ever, having not even batted an eyelid.
Barry looked slightly disappointed for a split second, before he lifted up the hem of her skirt slightly and chuckled cheekily.
A gunshot later he had scurried to the other end of the room, retrieving his head and waddling back to Hawkeye again.
"Sorry Missy, I couldn't resist. Its just a mans nature, you know? Wheres my knife? Oh, there it is. Me and Though-Meat had a great game of tag yesterday. Hm...the knife's still stuck in the wall. Ah well, just let it stay there shall we? Yes, I think we shall."
Havoc turned to Falman, still shaking slightly.
"Hm. Maybe you were right."
"You can't get out of this one now." Varto said, lifting an eyebrow sternly.
"If theres anyone who needs a break, its me."
Havoc scratched the back of his head.
"I guess so."
He glanced back at the two, and saw that Barry had picked up Riza, and was sitting in the old armchair with her on his lap, closing his eyes in sheer happiness as she stroked his head wearily.
"Its amazing really...all the stuff he says-and does for that matter, and she's always cool about it."
Falman glanced at her as well, and then he looked back at Falman.
"Well...He's a softie when it comes to her. You should've heard the stuff he says about her. Twisted, yes, but he means it in a good way."
Havoc looked at her again, and noticed to his surprise that a small smile was playing at her lips, as her eyes softened slightly, all whilst the crazy butcher was happily cooing to her.
Havoc smiled slightly.
"Well...maybe even he can melt an ice-queen. I have a strange feeling she's become more soft ever since he attacked her that fateful evening..."
"I'll be going now boss," He said cheerfully, cramming the last bit of unfinished paperwork into the crammed filing cabinet.
The dark tuft of hair that was sticking up from underneath the sheet of paper shifted slightly, as the colonel waved his hand dismissively.
A small smile twitched at the second lieutenants lips.
Mustang had never been that serious about paperwork.
As he was on his way out, the Flame Alchemist lifted the sheet of paper that had been resting on his face and sent Jean a quizzical look.
"Hang on there Havoc, why are you going again?"
"Because you told me to regularly check up on our little...friend after work time."
"...Run that by me again?"
"Falman has been having some trouble."
"Ah. Allright then, good luck." Roy sighed as he leaned back and placed the paper on his face again.
Havoc smiled, and was just about to go out again when the colonel called him back for the second time.
He sighed slightly.
"Yes chief?"
"Hang on. Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
The lieutenant, who had been also trying to get a grip on the stubborn mass of paperwork, looked up warily at his question, to show that she was listening.
"Go with Havoc. See if Falman needs a break."
A slight crease could be seen between her eyebrows, but she only nodded. "Yes colonel Mustang."
Havoc furrowed his brow in surprise.
"Er...would that be wise colonel...?" He trailed away as he saw the amused smirk on the alchemist's face as he let the paper fall on his face again.
"Hawkeye is quite capable of defending herself I'm sure." his muffled voice replied.
---
Jean glanced at the first lieutenant in the back of the car, slightly concerned.
He knew the nature of their...little friend, and that Riza was the one that got the full blast of it most of the time.
"You ok? I can drop you off somewhere else if you want. I don't blame you if you don't wanna come in."
He said, turning his eyes to the road again.
He heard a slight click, and when he glanced back again he saw she was loading her gun.
"No no, the colonel has a good reason for putting me through this." She said calmly.
She paused, frowning slightly. "Though of course I don't have the slightest idea what that reason is." She sighed.
A small smile twitched at his mouth, causing the cigarette he was currently smoking to jerk slightly.
"Alright, if you say so."
As he pulled up beside the old apartment building, he himself checked that his fire-arm was functional.
You never know... he thought nervously.
He looked at the lieutenant, who had applied a more casual state of clothes, so as not to attract attention.
Her hair was down for once, and instead of the usual blue uniform she was wearing a white shirt with long sleeves and a long dark purple skirt.
He jerked his head towards the apartment.
"You sure you wanna go in? I'm not sure its gonna make things better if you look like that..."
"I'm the only one that can control him. Though of course, for different reasons than I would prefer..." She said with a slight hint of irritation. She was calm though, and that reassured him.
She was the only one who could control that crazy thing. Whether it be because of her skill with a gun or something quite else...
---
He knocked on the door, shifting nervously. Riza was standing calmly behind him, though with her hand near her handbag, wherein her gun was hidden.
A few seconds went by, and the door opened a notch, a pair of gray eyes looking out warily through the crack.
"Who is it?"
"Chill Varto, its us."
"Us?"
"...She's here too."
"What?! What was the colonel THINKING?! He knows how he is-"
Suddenly a sharp voice could be heard.
"What? Who ya talking to? You talking about me?"
The eyes disappeared for a second.
"No no...just stay where you are!" Falman said in slight panic, before staring out of the crack again.
"The idiot. He's hard enough as it is, let alone with Hawkeye around-"
"WHAT?! What'd you just say?!" The voice yelled again, excitement obvious in its tone.
Havoc sighed. "I say we get it over with. The colonel says we can babysit him for a while, let you have a break."
Falman scratched his normally-not-so-stubbly chin wearily.
"Allright. He's been driving me up the wall I can tell you."
With a rustle and a chink, Falman had slid back the small chain that had kept the door from opening wide, and Havoc and Hawkeye quickly stepped in.
Havoc gazed in slight shock at the mess within, old clothes were strewn on the floor, the bare walls of cement were cracked several places, and everywhere was signs of Falmans decreasing attention to hygiene.
A split second later, what looked like a blurred mass of iron and fur sprang across the room, knocking the second lieutenant over so he was flung against the wall.
"MISSY!!!!" A deafening roar of glee could be heard.
Havoc looked up in a daze from where he had slumped on the floor, gazing up at the armored serial killer who had pulled Hawkeye into a tight embrace, his skull-headed helmet resting on her shoulder, purring and babbling with joy.
"Missy! I missed you so much! Where've you been? Falman has been so booooring, he wouldn't even let me chop up the pizza guy when he asked what kind of pizza I wanted. But you'll let me chop him up, right? Missy, you're so prettyful, I love your dress, Missy, I love you you know that right? Your as soft as ever...can I cut you a bit? Just a wee bit? Please Missy?"
Havoc looked up in shock at the lieutenant, who was strangely calm through all this, which could almost be deciphered as verbal abusement had it been anyone else but her the massive tin can had said it to.
"I've been at work. No, you can't chop him up if you see him again. Thank you, yes, I do know. No, you can't. Not even a wee bit. NO."
She sighed, though was still as calm as ever, having not even batted an eyelid.
Barry looked slightly disappointed for a split second, before he lifted up the hem of her skirt slightly and chuckled cheekily.
A gunshot later he had scurried to the other end of the room, retrieving his head and waddling back to Hawkeye again.
"Sorry Missy, I couldn't resist. Its just a mans nature, you know? Wheres my knife? Oh, there it is. Me and Though-Meat had a great game of tag yesterday. Hm...the knife's still stuck in the wall. Ah well, just let it stay there shall we? Yes, I think we shall."
Havoc turned to Falman, still shaking slightly.
"Hm. Maybe you were right."
"You can't get out of this one now." Varto said, lifting an eyebrow sternly.
"If theres anyone who needs a break, its me."
Havoc scratched the back of his head.
"I guess so."
He glanced back at the two, and saw that Barry had picked up Riza, and was sitting in the old armchair with her on his lap, closing his eyes in sheer happiness as she stroked his head wearily.
"Its amazing really...all the stuff he says-and does for that matter, and she's always cool about it."
Falman glanced at her as well, and then he looked back at Falman.
"Well...He's a softie when it comes to her. You should've heard the stuff he says about her. Twisted, yes, but he means it in a good way."
Havoc looked at her again, and noticed to his surprise that a small smile was playing at her lips, as her eyes softened slightly, all whilst the crazy butcher was happily cooing to her.
Havoc smiled slightly.
"Well...maybe even he can melt an ice-queen. I have a strange feeling she's become more soft ever since he attacked her that fateful evening..."
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