Sir, I would appreciate it if you stopped writing in this "journal". Mostly because we've received reports of "suspicious activity" that all seem to concern you. - Riza

Tuesday

9:37 A.M.

My office

Right. I'll stop writing in this journal when you stop brandishing your guns.

Which is never.

... And I am not a suspicious person, nor am I doing anything remotely suspicious.

These people are crazy.

9:38 A.M.

...How did she even manage to take this journal long enough to write in it?

9:40 A.M.

Perhaps she's jealous of it.

Yes, that must be it!

9:41 A.M.

"That's not it."

Damn.

10:01 A.M.

Have just found out how suspicious people truly are.

I mean, seriously. I just walk down the hall, and people are muttering, and pointing at me like I'm some sort of fascinating object.

...Ok, that's a bad example.

Because I am a fascinating object.

Perhaps they are jealous of all the attention that I'm giving this journal.

Yes, that has to be it.

10:03 A.M.

"I think it may have something to do with the fact that you're talking to your journal while you're writing."

I think she has some sort of super human powers.

"Uh, sir..."

What? I didn't say that outloud, so she shouldn't be complaining.

And now she is staring at me.

I knew I was sexy, but seriously, stop staring at me. People may get the wrong idea.

"Uh huh."

...I think she was serious.

"I was."

Something tells me that I should stop saying what I write out loud.

12:16 P.M.

I have just spent nearly two hours doing some very stupid paperwork that has something to do with new state alchemists. Or something. I'm not entirely sure if that's what it was actually about, as I wasn't paying enough attention to really tell.

Oh, don't give me that look.

12:17 P.M.

Who are you, Riza?

I think I may be starting to hallucinate, as this journal is starting to look like Riza.

...Back to work, then.

12:45 P.M.

I have just noticed that this packet of papers happens to have a lot of information concerning Edward, and the fact that he tried to bring his mother back to life...yesterday, I think. Apparently he's being watched by the Military.

What would be a better way to make a child scarred for life?

12:46 P.M.

All this sarcasm is making me hungry. Best go get something to eat.

3:41 P.M.

Yes, I know I has been nearly three hours since I've written, and you missed me, oh invisible reader of this journal. It's just that right after I went to get lunch, I was trappped in a conversation for a very very long time. I know Hughes means well, and all, but I'm not planning on getting marrried tomorrow, nor do I have a girlfriend at the moment.

I, Roy Mustang, am just not that kind of person.

Not that I couldn't get a date, as I am a colonel and I have had girlfriends.

But, seriously, why would I want to find a girlfriend, get married, and have children that are exactly like this Edward. Seriously. A kid like that is eventually going to get himself killed.

Or shoved inside a closet.

3:42 P.M.

...Why am I worrying about his well being again?

4:01 P.M.

Probably because you can't walk two feet in this blasted establishment without hearing something about the 'incredibly talented Edward Elric'.

Why can't people talk about me that often?

4:02 P.M.

Ha, Riza!

And ha again!

I laugh at you and your inability to read my mind.

"...Sir, can you stop being so immature and get back to work?"

Never!

4:10 P.M.

Okay, perhaps that was a bit childish. I was just peacefully writing in this journal, humming a tune to myself, (I'm thinking that it might be a good idea for a possible theme song), and then Riza bursts in here just like that! And she was like:

"Sir stop writing in your journal!"

And I was like:

"Never! I'm not talking out loud! They'll never catch me now!"

And then she was like:

"...I LOVE YOU!!"

4:15 P.M.

Stop staring at me like that!

4:16 P.M.

Fine, you win.

I exaggerated quite a bit.

She actually stormed out of my office before threatening to shoot a hole in the notebook.

Will you stop?!

4:18 P.M.

Though if we did get married I'd doubt we'd have a kid like that Edward Elric.

Our kid'd probably be spending too much time trying to shoot things with a toy gun and trying to get at matches.

Note to self: If I ever have a kid with Riza, make sure to lock matches away and keep guns out of reach.

...Pfft, Riza wouldn't agree to that. She'd miss her precious guns too much.

4:19 P.M.

"What did you say, Sir?"

Nothing.

Absolutely.

Nothing.

4:20 P.M.

Yep, absolutely nothing.