followstheflame: (You should probably black that out)
As I am sure you are all well aware, Col. Roy Mustang has, once again, left Adstringendum.

However, should he return by some unfortunate circumstance, please kindly direct him to me, Lt. Riza Hawkeye, so that I may kill him immediately.

Thank you.
followstheflame: (For once the clouds have cleared)
[The feed is turned on to show Riza, which isn't anything out of the ordinary, of course.

Except that she is wearing a tight, black shirt.

Good morning cleavage.]


So, it's morning and mornings tend to be horrible, but it's Friday and that has to count for something, right? Right. But that's not the point here.

I have an announcement to make.

[DRAMATIC PAUSE.

And then Riza grins.]


My boobs are amazing today! And yeah, whatever, some of you won't care, but really. Today is a good boob day. They're just so...so...perky! You don't get that on just any day.

[Yep, studying that cleavage now. Damn, she's hot. She thinks so today, anyway.]

But yes, carry on. Go back to your regularly scheduled lives. And I hope all you ladies have good boob days, too.
followstheflame: (Eyes of a hawk never rest)
[Riza is annoyed.  Now that last week was over, she realizes how much this week sucks.

Hence the image of the bed in her and Roy's room.  Yes, she has untucked all the sheets and rolled them up onto the mattress.]


They smell of smoke and sex and I will not sleep on them until I can only smell soap and your sweat and tears.

[Have a Look.  This message is meant for one person and you know who you are.]

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