He said, ah, crap sir I hate these things can’t the Colonel go?
She said no, he would obviously be busy.
…which, seeing the state of the office, made perfect sense but.
Right, he said. And then nearly swallowed his cigarette—one of the expensive foreign brands he’d bribed Fullmetal into bringing back as a souvenir. (There was no express rule about making fair trades with fourteen year olds.)
He could wear a uniform pretty decent a suit more so, if what his mother ever told him was any indication. Not that he was entirely comfortable with this, no. When he was wrestling with his tie that evening he thought: wait wait wait. was this an order? Didn’t think it was an order. Jumped like it was an order though. Have I just been ordered to go out with my superior, wait, what.
Formal, she’s said-- not that formal, obviously. He pictured them walking through the door in matching suits. He wondered if maybe he should’ve worn a dress. He was doing a fine job picturing himself in a rippling gown over a vent when she opened her door. He would’ve swallowed his cigarette if he’d had one at the time. The dress put him to shame. Her figure was definitely better than his.
Let’s go, she said; unblinking and in the same voice she used to tell him ‘Drive’, many many times before. He snapped to. At attention. Left, right, left and she had earrings.
….it was definitely one of the more interesting moments in Jean Havoc’s life.
He never did get up the courage to ask her if she had a holster under all of that.
Fullmetal Alchemist: Formal Function
It was a formal function, she said. Black-tie.
He said, ah, crap sir I hate these things can’t the Colonel go?
She said no, he would obviously be busy.
…which, seeing the state of the office, made perfect sense but.
Right, he said. And then nearly swallowed his cigarette—one of the expensive foreign brands he’d bribed Fullmetal into bringing back as a souvenir. (There was no express rule about making fair trades with fourteen year olds.)
He could wear a uniform pretty decent a suit more so, if what his mother ever told him was any indication. Not that he was entirely comfortable with this, no. When he was wrestling with his tie that evening he thought: wait wait wait. was this an order? Didn’t think it was an order. Jumped like it was an order though. Have I just been ordered to go out with my superior, wait, what.
Formal, she’s said-- not that formal, obviously. He pictured them walking through the door in matching suits. He wondered if maybe he should’ve worn a dress. He was doing a fine job picturing himself in a rippling gown over a vent when she opened her door. He would’ve swallowed his cigarette if he’d had one at the time. The dress put him to shame. Her figure was definitely better than his.
Let’s go, she said; unblinking and in the same voice she used to tell him ‘Drive’, many many times before. He snapped to. At attention. Left, right, left and she had earrings.
….it was definitely one of the more interesting moments in Jean Havoc’s life.
He never did get up the courage to ask her if she had a holster under all of that.