A strange girl, this one; she can often be found lurking in the dark depths of Kangaroo Land. Her illustrious writing career started when she was nine years old, when she wrote a story about swamp monsters named after the British Royal Family and it won her $20 in a competition. She didn’t think much about the actual written piece at that point, but she did get a new Tamagochi with the $20. And now, she is a rabid, mad Fullmetal Alchemist fan. She prefers sex to sexual tension and happiness to angst, and in that spirit it’s quite unfortunate that she’s an FMA fan.
“Brother, don’t be ungrateful! Ling is trying very hard to teach you proper use of the Xingian language!”
Roy Mustang often looked back on his wedding night, recalling what he had thought about his subordinates; even now, they were his family, his safety, his friends.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
"Each State Alchemist gets two subordinates; one foot soldier and one sniper," the General droned, organizing the files into a neater state in their folder and walking over to hand them to Mustang.
She moves the king again, to its last optional safe square and murmurs, "I'll admit this is not how I envisioned my first night on the battlefield."
According to Hughes, Major Mustang was close to promotion and as his subordinate, it was her prerogative to try and help him to reach the next rung of the ladder.
Roy Mustang still doesn't entirely understand First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Perhaps he never will.
Like a sudden flashback to younger years, both Hawkeye and Havoc realized that this was as good a time as any to experiment.