"I am the hero of the Ishvalen war, the Flame Alchemist, and also Colonel, Roy Mustang. I have dreams of becoming the Fuhrer king of Amestris. Once I become king, I will fire all the men and make my own personal harem. And all female personnel shall wear miniskirts!" A short, blonde haired, fifteen year old imitated the said man as he pointed to the ceiling and placed his other hand on his waist.
"Hahaha! A girl with short, raven hair laughed. "That's so funny, Ed. Did he really say that?" She kept laughing.
He lightly scratched the back of his head. "Hehe… Well, something like that." A lopsided grin played on his face.
"You sure got the miniskirts part down." 1st lieutenant Havoc smiled, cigarette in place.
"Nii-san, you're so mean!" Alphonse chided.
"Well it's true!" Edward said abruptly. "That bastard would do anything to be Fuhrer."
The girl giggled. "Tell me more about the Colonel."
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-Roy's PoV-
I enter the grand gates of the East Head Quarters at 10:00 am, like I always do. Walk through the same halls, see the same faces and my arrival is always anticipated by my most loyal and reliable subordinate, Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. She waits for me at the 3rd hall, near my office.
"Good morning, Colonel." She salutes me sternly. She was carrying a small pile of papers with her left arm, closely held to her body.
"Good morning, Lieutenant." I yawn and stretch my arms. I keep walking towards my office door. She silently follows behind me. "What do I have to do today?" I ask sleepily.
"You have to sign the following papers, sir. Finish your report and sign to verify the following, sir."
"Sounds like a pain." My shoulders droop down. "Just thinking about it is already making my tired." I say.
"Sir," she stops walking. "These have been given last month. You have been letting your work pile up again as usual, sir." She says harshly.
My backbone suddenly felt like jelly. She knows I have a short attention span, and the most effective way to get me working is if she pulls her gun out and loads it.
"Fine," My voice sounded jaded. I hold on to the door knob and twist it,"Bring it in." I push the door open and enter my office. All personnel sitting on the long table stood and saluted me."
Edward sat on the left side of the table near the edge; he had his feet propped up on the table, with Alphonse standing behind him. He looks up as I enter the room. "Colonel Bas-Colonel." He mumbled.
I heard a light giggle from the chair in the very center. I raise a brow and turn the chair to face me.
In front of me sat a young girl with short raven hair. It was styled in full bangs, with two locks of hair on either side in front that reached the lower part of her neck, longer than the ones in the back. Her hair was shorter in the back, and gradually got longer until her jaw.
She wore a unique looking clip. It was a round, pink orb with two leaf-like gold ornaments partially covering the sides. Three golden beads were attached to the bottom, with three smaller beads hanging from them. Then, at the very bottom, were gold teardrop shaped beads hanging at the very bottom. Her eyes, twinkled, a light burgundy color. A shade I know very well.
"You must be Colonel Bastard." She smiled ever so innocently at me. Doesn't she know who she's referring too?
"…What, what did you call me?" I scowled as my eye twitched.
"I heard so much about you!" she says cheerfully. "Edward, Alphonse, Havoc, Falman, Breda… OH! And Fuery has been telling me so much about you." She added.
All the men she mentioned stiffened.
"Oh? What did they say?" I say trembling in rage. You can basically see the vein throbbing on my forehead. It was so early, and they were already ruining my day.
"Oh… Just that you were a bastard, pervert and a total womanizer. You'll do anything to become Fuhrer and that you want to make your very own harem. Not to mention, to make all the female personnel wear miniskirts!" she said all these things like it was ok for them to say about their superior.
I was still shaking with rage. I slowly pulled my radioactive gloves from my pocket and slip it on. Now all of them were backing away and shrinking in fear. I look up with a hell of a stare. "Who shall I incinerate first, hmm?" I say with an evil grin.
Lieutenant Hawkeye steps in. "Colonel, please calm yourself." She says passively. "Micha, please don't insult the Colonel." She walks toward my desk and neatly places the papers down. "Also," she grabs her gun and loads it, "I would appreciate it if you didn't pollute my niece's mind with your sick thoughts." She says coldly as she points the gun at the group cowering in the corner.
"Whatever you say, Auntie Riza." The girl smiled.
I took my gloves off and closed my eyes and absorbed what the girl had said. My eyes fly open as it finally sinks in. "Wait…" I say. Everyone looks at me. "SHE'S YOUR NIECE?" I pointed at her while she simply cocked her head to the side, closed her eyes and smiled sweetly.
"Yup, I'm her niece." She slowly opens her eyes to reveal and erringly, icy, glare. "Don't you see the resemblance?" it felt like looking into the devil's eyes. She had the exact same glare that I see every day from my subordinate if not, colder.
It catches me off guard. I stumble back a bit as I felt a wave of fear strikes me. "Y-yeah. She's your niece alright, Hawkeye." it amuses me how identical their eyes are but at the same time, it scares me. After all, those eyes, along with Hawkeye's cold glare, scare the shit out of me and everybody else.
Riza's PoV
I look over to the clock. It's already two pm.
I move silently around his office. Arranging the research books, records and such that Sheszka has prepared for the Colonel. He's sitting behind his desk with his legs crossed, right elbow on top of some papers laid out on his desk, fist clenched as he rests his cheek on it. His onyx eyes have been set on me for some time now. He usually does this when he's too lazy to do his work. Meaning, he does this all the time. I usually ignore it, and then tell him to go back to work while I click my gun. It works every time.
I stop and face him. He looked bored as usual; He has something on his mind. His charcoal gaze was very deep in thought. "Is there something you wish to say, sir?" I say politely. "If not, I suggest you get back to work, those papers aren't going to sign themselves."
"Where is she?" he asks passively.
I knew he was thinking about something, but not about my niece. "She's out with Ed and Alphonse." I say politely.
He just keeps looking at me. I feel my eyes harden involuntarily. "What's troubling you, sir?"
He sighs then stands up. He's looking out the window, looking over the view of the East city. "I see you took her in, Lieutenant. What happened to her parents? I know you wouldn't have just taken her in because she wanted to visit friends." He says. He turns around and faces me. "What happened?"
My eyes soften and I lower my head. "A Car accident, sir. A drunkard hit them when they were on their way to pick her up from school." I said softly.
"In broad day light?"
"Anyone can get drunk at any time, sir." I look up at him with my usual strict face.
He smirked as he walked towards me. He stops half a foot away from me. "Are you trying to imply something with that statement, Lieutenant Hawkeye?" His hands were in his pocket. I look up face him. As I do, I remember why he had countless women, confessing to him every week.
"I wasn't trying to imply anything to that statement, sir. I'm just saying that I took her in because I felt like I had to. Losing your parents at such a young age, without proper guidance, she could be stirring up a riot that I'd have to clean up eventually, sir." I say.
He smirks again. "So that's why you're taking her in?" he raises a brow. "Honestly, lieutenant, why can't you just say you took her in because you're a good person." He comes closer and fixes my bangs. "You really have a good heart, Riza." He says softly.
I feel my cheeks slightly flush. He called me by my first name. I smile at the compliment and he returns it.
The door slams open.
"Colonel there's-" 1st lieutenant Jean Havoc came in with a small stack of papers in his right hand.
The colonel's fingers were still tangled in my hair. We both look at him surprised.
His blue eyes grow wide and his mouth falls open. The cigarette falls to the ground. "I'm so sorry!" he yells and slams the door closed. "I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!" he yells from the other side of the door. "Lieutenant Hawkeye…" He started running away. "PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME!" he pleads as he continues to run for his dear life.
The colonel and I blink a few times, staring at the door, trying to internalize what just happened.
"What… happened?" he asks confused. His fingers were still in my bangs.
"Umm… "I look up at his hands then back down. "Sir, your hands are in my hair, sir." I say.
"Oh!" he immediately takes his hand back and fixes his collar. He tries to hide his embarrassment. He cleared his throat. "Right, get 1st lieutenant Havoc here." He tells me.
I straighten up and salute him sternly. "Yes, sir." I say as I leave.
Jean Havoc's PoV
I run and seek refuge in the 2nd lounge as I open the door and step in; I hurriedly shut the door behind me and hid behind the couch.
"Whoa there, Havoc. What happened to you? You look like you witnessed a murder or something." Master sergeant Fuery remarked. He was sitting in a table with 2nd lieutenant Breda and Warrant officer Falman. They were playing cards.
"No, no. Worse." My heartbeat was racing. I knew they would come and kill me. I couldn't stop thinking of how I was going to die. Would the colonel reduce me to ashes, or would the lieutenant shoot me until I looked like Swiss cheese? God, her glare is scary enough. What more if she actually shot me? The possibilities are endless!
The door creaked open. "Havoc, the colonel wants to see you." Hawkeye's voice was soft and polite.
I stayed quiet, and stayed trembling behind the couch. I hear footsteps approach the couch.
"Havoc, didn't you hear me?" her hands on her waist, her voice cold and her piercing burgundy eyes bore holes in my soul.
I dared to look up at her. She looked even scarier from that view. I felt my body go limp as my soul exited my body and flew off to smoker heaven.
-Riza's PoV-
I sweat drop as I see Havoc's limp body. He was out of it. Again. Must I baby sit him, too? The colonel's already a handful, and now Havoc? I swear, I should get paid more for this. I roll my eyes and drag him by the collar all the way to the Colonel's office. "Men." I mumble to myself.
It wasn't long before we reached the office. And he was still out of it.
"Well," The colonel examines Havoc's limp body. "It's not like he's going to tell anyone. He scared the crap out of himself." He said sighing. Hands behind his back, he started walking back to his desk.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in." I say calmly.
A brunette with glasses peered her head in. "Ah, Lieutenant Hawkeye, you have an outside call."
"Ah." I say as I walk towards the phone and pick it up. "Moshi Moshi?" I say sternly.
"Hi Auntie Riza. It's me, Micha." A soft voice said.
"Ah, Micha, what is it?"
"Can my friend come over for dinner? She offered to cook for us."
I raise a brow. "Who is it?"
"You haven't met her yet. It's Leila. Don't worry, Auntie, she doesn't bite." She laughs. "I think." She says innocently.
I sigh then look over at the clock. "I'll be home by six." I say.
"Ok. OH! Before I forget, Gracia's coming over too." she says quickly.
I pause for a while. "Alright. But no more inviting other people, ok?"
"Ok. Thanks Auntie Riza!" she says excitedly. "bye!"
"Bye." I hang up. Then turn around to face the colonel. Sheszka already left.
"What was that about?" he uninterestedly asks.
"Gracia's coming over with Elysia and her friend." I say as I walk toward my desk.
He looks down for a moment. He was saddened by the memory of Hughes' death. "Send Gracia and her daughter my regards." The colonel spins his chair to face the windows.
My gaze on him softens. "Yes, Colonel."
"Who's this friend she's inviting?" he asks after a short while.
"Umm… I haven't met her yet, sir."
"Her? Doesn't she have any guy friends?"
"Why are you so interested in her anyway, sir?" I ask skeptically.
"Nothing." He spins his chair back, facing me again. Placing his elbows on the desk, he laces his fingers together and leans in to them. "She's just a lot like you, is all." A soft smile pulled up on his lips.
I smile then sigh. "She's the exact opposite of me, sir." My head lowers by a bit. If only you knew what lies behind those glass walls.
The rest of the day went pretty fast. The colonel actually got some of his work done. And I just sat on my desk, reading a book Sheszka recommended for me. It was a good book, keeps you entertained enough, I guess. Romantic drama plots never really interesting me, but the plot was very appealing. I read around six chapters to kill time.
Checking the clock, it was ten minutes to six. I closed my books and started to shuffle the papers on my desk and neatly place them in a pile before placing them in a folder. I gathered my things and placed them in my shoulder bag. Carrying the book in my arm, I slip the strap over my shoulder and stand up.
"Leaving so soon, Lieutenant?" The colonel's been watching me again.
I sigh. "Yes sir, but I need to get this folder to the records office first."
"All right, do you want me to drive you home?" he asks as he too, starts to fix his desk up.
I blink a few times. "It's alright, colonel, I can manage."
He looks at me now. His eyes were searching for an invisible answer. "I'll take you home." He finally says as he places the papers in the first drawer. Taking his coat, he walks towards me. "Take that to records, I'll wait for you in the front gate." He walks past me, placing his hands in his coat's pockets.
I knew there was no way I can get out of this now. Geez, the day I don't take my car, that's when the colonel offers me a ride home. Either the gods really love me, or I'm destined to stick to the colonel's side forever. I make my way to the records office and give the folder to the secretary in charge.
As I exit the main lobby, I see a black shiny car idling in front of the main gate. He bought a new car. No wonder he wanted to take me home. I shake my head as I walk to the new car and get in the front passenger seat. I set my bag and book on my lap. "I see you bought a new car, Colonel."
He grins at me. "You noticed?"
"Oh no, sir, I didn't." I say sarcastically.
He laughs lightly. "Still the same old Riza." He says to himself.
He used my first name again. What was going on in that head of his? He changes gear and drives away. The ride was silent. I kept my eyes on the road, as if I was the one who was driving. He probably bought the car to impress all his future dates and girlfriends. What a womanizer. I roll my eyes at the thought. He pulled the car to a stop in front of my house. The lights were all on and I could hear Hayate barking.
I step out of the car. "Thank you for the ride home, Colonel." I salute him sternly before I shut the car door.
"Sure thing, Hawkeye." He smiles before he drives away. I watch the car disappear to the next turn before I start walking into my home.
I open the door, and I hear Micha and Gracia chatting in the kitchen. I shut the door behind me as Hayate greets me with his wagging tail. I pet his head and make my way to the living room.
Micha's head peeps out from the kitchen door. "Auntie Riza, welcome home~" she calls out cheerfully.
I enter the kitchen and I see Gracia stirring the soup. "Hi there, Riza. It's good to see you well." she smiles at me.
"Hey Gracia. I'm not sure if 'well' is the right word though." I say tiredly. "Where's Elysia?"
"I got Jean to baby sit her for tonight. I got Cain and Armstrong to make sure that he doesn't smoke while Elysia's around. Hungry? I made dinner. I hope you don't mind." she flashes me a lopsided grin.
"Oh no, not at all. Thank you for feeding Micha. I'm not exactly around all the time to make meals." I say sheepishly. "As for Havoc, I think Armstrong can keep him away from the cigarettes for tonight. That man's muscles can make a grown man cry and break down." A shiver travelled down my spine. Those muscles and sparkles almost made me lose my composure once.
"Hey, Auntie Riza, this is Leila." Micha introduces a young woman to me. She was about eighteen years old. She had raven hair and small, sharp ice blue eyes. Her stare screams, 'I'm so bored with the world' she had features of both an Amestrian and a Xing resident as well. Her height is definitely that of an Amestrian's. And her facial features that of a Xing.
"Hello, Lieutenant Hawkeye." She extends her hand out for a hand shake. "I'm Leila Schneider." She forces a small smile that drops almost instantly. She was definitely the apathetic type. But there was an aura of comfort and mildness to her. I think I saw her in Micha's parent's funeral.
"Hello there." I say as I shake her hand firmly. Her grip was gentle. That made a whole difference to my first impression on her. "Have I seen you before?" I ask her politely.
"She was at their funeral, maybe you saw her there." Micha answers for her as she chops some of the vegetables.
"I see." I say as I look around. "I'll just change." I turned around and took my things up stairs and placed them on my table. I took a white collared shirt and a black skirt that reached my knees. I hair loose and straightened it out a bit. I shrugged off my bulky uniform and slipped on the clothes. I could already smell the food.
When I reached the dining room, Micha and Leila were fixing the table up, placing the plates, spoons, forks, and glasses in place. Gracia came in shortly with the food. She gestured for me to take a seat as the three of them prepare the table. As soon as they were done, they took a seat and we gave thanks.
The first few minutes were wrapped in silence. The food was good. Leila cooked a Xing style beef stew. And Gracia made roasted chicken.
I decided to break the silence. "Leila, what school do you go to?" I ask without looking at her.
"East University." She says politely.
"Ah, so how's college?"
"Hard." She says monotonously. "I hate trigonometry." She says bluntly.
"Is that so?" I smile.
We all start to exchange stories and share small talk. After dinner, we all helped out in cleaning up. After that, I placed on some tea and we stayed in the living room.
I sit next to Gracia on the sofa as Micha sits on the carpeted floor, leaning on the arm chair where Leila was sitting. We all had our tea in hand.
"How's Roy doing, Riza?" Gracia shifts to face me.
"still lazy as ever" I say bluntly as I sip my tea.
"Colonel Mustang? Really?" Leila asks.
"Yeah, him. She has a thing for Auntie Riza." Micha smirks.
"Nonsense." I say. "I'm not his type of woman."
"That's what he wants you to think." Leila adds smugly. Clearly, these two liked teasing me. Given that my gun's upstairs in its holster hanging behind my door.
"He always did seem touchy when Maes would tell him to go and get a wife."Gracia giggles.
"Right." I say keeping my cool. "The colonel sends his regards to you and Elysia, by the way." I take a sip of my tea again.
"Oh, he did?" She smiles. "Tell him He should come over for dinner once in a while. He can drop by any time."
I nod.
Micha started teasing me again. "Roy and Riza sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N—"
"I thought you didn't like him, Micha." I say calmly. I don't want to use my shooting abilities to discipline her like what I did with Hayate, the colonel and everyone else I scare the shit out off.
"True, but you don't." a smug smile played around her lips. "Infact, it's just the total opposite. Therefore, I support your feelings towards him." She says.
I blush at the thought and brush it away. I try to change the topic. "The colonel's asking if you have any 'guy friends'." I pour more tea from the teapot into my cup.
"Hn?" she got confused. Good. "Why would he ask?"
"Why?" Leila asks sarcastically. "Is he gay? Or a pedophile? … or is he both?" she raises a brow.
Micha bursted out in laughter. "Oh my gosh, Leila!" she was laughing out of control. Leila started to laugh as well.
Gracia let out a chuckle.
I sigh tiredly. "Geez."
It wasn't long until Gracia had to go home. Leila accompanied her since campus dorm was nearby. I wave see them off and say good night. Micha was already upstairs, taking a shower. The clock chimed eleven thirty. I watch the second's hand move for a while then make my way up the stairs. I stop in front of my niece's door and knock.
"Come in." she calls softly.
I twist the knob and push it softly. I peer my head in. She was already in her nightgown, sitting on her bed as she leaned on the head board with her pillow propped up behind her back. She was reading a book. "Aren't you going to bed yet?" I ask her softly.
"It's a Saturday tomorrow." She replies not looking up at me. She pats the space next to her on her bed, gesturing me to sit next to her. I take her offer and sit next to her.
She closes her book and places it on the side table next to her clip.
"Yes?" I say politely.
"Can I tag along with you to work tomorrow?" She asks softly. "I won't have anything to do here… And Leila and I are planning to go to the bazaar nearby. She'll pick me up at ten and I'll be back at Head Quarters before, after or during lunch." She grins.
I look at her for a while. It was so hard to say no to her smile. "All right, but, what are you going to do there in Head Quarters for three hours? You already know I go to work really early."
"I know. It is ok." She shrugs. "I'll bring my book." She looks at the book over by her side table.
I look over at her table as well. I noticed something I didn't before. A silver pocket watch sat on the far edge. I reach over and pick it up by the chain and examine it. I never got this close to the silver pocket watch. "This is… Your father's?" I ask her as I look away from the watch. I look straight into her burgundy eyes. Looking at it was like looking into a mirror.
She nods. "Yup. They gave it to me during the funeral. They said it was the only thing that stayed intact after the crash." There was not a single piece of regret or sadness in her eyes. Not one. Though, if you looked harder, you'd see light being reflected from a glass wall beyond her eyes. My eyes soften and I place the watch down.
I stand up and look at her sternly. "Go to sleep. We wake up at the same time we usually do."
"Hai." She smiles sweetly. "Good night Auntie Riza." She lays herself down on her bed and gets under the covers.
I walk towards the door. I step out the door and grab the door knob.
"Dream of Colonel Mustang tonight." She says softly.
I pause in my tracks and close the door a little harder than I usually do. I hear her giggle inside before it was all totally silent.
I shake my head and close my eyes as I make my way to my room. "Raising her isn't going to be easy." I say to myself.
-The next morning Micha's PoV-
I wake up from a dreamless slumber as Hayate jumped on the bed and licked my face. I smell coffee. I shift on my bed and pet him.
"Good morning, Hayate." I say sleepily. I drag myself downstairs and I see Auntie Riza sitting on the table with a mug of coffee in front of her as she reads the morning paper.
I look at the clock. "It's only Five thirty AM." I groan.
"The earlier the better."She says passively, not looking away from the newspaper, she takes a sip of her coffee and places it down.
I drag myself to the counter and take out a frying pan and butter from the fridge. "What do you want for breakfast?" I ask as I turn the stove on and place the pan in place.
"I'll just have eggs." She still doesn't look away from the paper. "Make it two. Sunny side up."
I get to work; I take two eggs from the fridge, crack them and place the shells away. I sprinkle some salt and pepper, just how Auntie Riza likes it. When it's done, I place it on a plate and serve it to her with a fork in place.
I take a seat in front of her and the table meets my forehead. "It's too early." I complain. My voice was muffled by the table.
I hear her place the mug down and cut a piece of the egg off. "I did tell you we're waking up at the same time we always do. You don't have to come if you want to get some sleep." She says calmly.
"No!" I shot up. "I'm coming!" I exclaim and race back to my room to take a shower.
I open the shower curtain and reach for my bath robe and put it on. As I enter my room, I dry my hair and open my closet.
"Hmm… what to wear?" I think out loud. "Should I wear my usual lollita style dresses, something boringly formal… or maybe something sporty?" I scratch my chin lightly. I grab a peach colored Sunday dress. It had light pink and white lace with a big ribbon in the middle to tie in the waist.
I place the dress on and tie the ribbon. It falls right above my knees. I tie all the ribbons and everything else that needs tying. I comb my hair and place my clip in place. The pink and gold match the dress perfectly. I smile at myself in the mirror and take a look again.
"I look like a damn lolli." I say passively and shrug. "Oh well." Better a lolli than what I really am. I pick up the silver pocket watch and slip it in my dress' pocket. I place on white ballet flats and take a peach sling bag. I slip my book and other things I need.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in." I shift to face the door.
Auntie Riza looks at me from head to toe. She smirks. "Are you still wearing those lollita style dresses? Aren't you too old for them?"
I shrug. "I can carry it, can't I?" a sly smile was playing on my lips.
She shrugs. "I guess. Can you move in that dress?"
"Yeah?" I say slowly.
"Ok then, come down and eat your breakfast. We'll leave in a while." She says before leaving.
So I come downstairs and eat what she made for me on the table. Leila finds it amusing that I cook Auntie Riza's meal and I cook hers. Buttered toast, a sausage and a glass of milk was waiting to be consumed by me. I snort. She's still against me drinking coffee. She thinks it makes me too hyper. I beg the differ.
I sit down and start munching on the toast and chug down the milk all at once. I gave my sausage to Hayate. He deserves a sausage once in a while.
"Ready to go?" She asks. She was already in her blue and gold uniform. I always liked their uniform it's just that I don't think it would suit me.
"Yeah, I just need to brush my teeth." I go upstairs and brush my teeth.
She was already in her car. It was idling in front of the yard. I climbed in the front passenger seat. It was a silent ride. We reached the Head Quarters in no time.
--- At Head Quarters ---
I trail behind Auntie Riza as we make our way to the colonel's office. She shared an office with the colonel. But before we reached his office, 1st lieutenant Havoc sees her from the corner of his eye. He straightens up and salutes her. "Good Morning, Lieutenant Hawkeye."
"Good morning." She says sternly. We walk pass him and I just smile and wave at him. He smiles back then gets back to work.
"Odd seeing him here early." She whispers. "He must be planning to leave early."
She opens up Warrant officer, Vato Falman, Master Sergeant Kain Fuery, and 1st Lieutenant's Jean Havoc and 2nd lieutenant Heymans Breda's office. They were all there, except for Havoc. Sitting on the long table, papers scattered everywhere. The three men stand and salute her.
She nods. "Listen up men, Micha's going to stay here in your office until three pm. Be nice and don't try anything funny. You know what will happen if you do." She was really strict, and scared the crap out of everyone, but you can never hate her for doing so. She's strict for everyone's good.
"Hai!" all the men say in unison and salute her again.
I step in the room with a smile on her face as she closes the door and leaves.
The men relax and sit back down. I take a seat next to Sergeant Fuery. I open my bag and place the book on the table. It looks like he was having trouble with the typewriter.
"Are you ok there, Sergeant Kain?" I look at him.
"Ah… yeah, I never really liked using typewriters, is all." He scratches the back of his head. "But… I have so much to type." He sweat drops.
"Oh… Well, do you want me to type it for you?" I smile at him.
"Oh no! I can't let someone else do my job!" he says.
"It's ok. No one has to know, just the people in this room." I giggle and look at Falman and Breda. "You guys won't spill, right?" I give them the signature Hawkeye glare. It always works wonders.
The two of them backed up a bit then nodded.
"Yay!" I clap my hands together and grab the typewriter from Fuery. "So, what's the Format and what do I need to type? Just give me the details." I smile and get to work.