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[Sept. 7] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Fashion Disaster (or: The Training of Husbands)
Title: Fashion Disaster (or: The Training of Husbands)
Day/Theme: Sept. 7, 2010 "a man is sufficient"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Riza Hawkeye(/Roy Mustang), Rebecca, Gracia, Ed
Rating: PG
Author's comments: Future fic, so, some ending spoilers.
Additionally, I asked my sister who to write about without telling her the theme and she chose Riza Hawkeye. So.
This was a task that called for a woman to handle it. It required a woman's sensitivity, a woman's sense of style, and a woman's cunning. Riza Hawkeye was woman, of course, but she didn't feel it was appropriate for her to climb this mountain. A man took things differently when they came from his wife. And Riza meant to change something about him, not to hurt him.
At this point, Riza was thinking that her best bet might be her longtime friend Rebecca Catalina the next time she came over (probably with a very happy Jean Havoc at her side). Rebecca was never afraid to speak her mind. One upside to this candidate was that Riza might not even have to say a word about it to Rebecca. The moment she showed up and saw Roy in that ridiculous get-up he had recently adopted upon being elected Führer she would be doubled over in laughter and pleased to break him of any and all silly affectations he had picked up.
Gracia Hughes was always an option as well. She had never fallen out of Roy and Riza's life, perhaps even growing closer to them as the years went by. Things changed, but the bond between old friends remained as other more casual acquaintances spread out and went their separate ways. Of course, Gracia had always put up with Maes' unusual fashion sense, so she might not see anything wrong with the look Roy had adopted of late.
Riza was still considering this problem when Edward Elric showed up on her doorstep. "Hey, sorry I'm so late," he said, offering her a bouquet of daffodils he had picked up along his way."
"Oh, Edward, how kind of you. Anyway, it's not really a delay at all since Roy's taking a nap on the couch."
"Lazy bastard," Ed muttered, sounding far too fond of said "bastard" to really mean much by his comment. "So, you don't mind if I wake him up then?" he inquired, following the first lady into the relatively modest presidential residence.
"No, please, go right ahead," Riza waved him into the living room.
Roy was sprawled out on the couch. He didn't snore, but his mouth was slightly open and a spot of drool had formed on a cushion. Ed snorted. This guy would never change. For a moment he allowed nostalgia to distract him from the offense against not just fashion, but the eyes of everyone in a two mile radius. Under his military jacket, which was currently unbuttoned, he was wearing a plaid shirt. And not just any plaid shirt, but a horrendously colored one, a tasteless mess of chartreuse and beige and pale orange. Ed resisted the urge to gag. "You let him leave the house like this, Hawkeye?!" he gasped instead.
"If only I could think of an appropriate way of stopping him. There's not much I can say when he covers it up most of the day."
"If I still had my alchemy..." Ed mused. He would've been all too happy to transmute this monstrosity into something more suitable. Or at least funnier. Of course, even without alchemy, with the appropriate tools he could still manage to transform the shirt... Ed turned back toward Riza with a wicked grin on his still young face. "You don't happen to have any paint and brushes I can borrow, do you?"
"For you, Edward, anything."
Riza passed on these supplies and stood back to watch as Ed got to work. It was a good thing that as the years had passed and Roy had grown more secure in life that he had become a deeper sleeper. Well, Riza, supposed, her mouth twisting into something between a smile and a grimace of secondhand embarrassment, if a woman couldn't be called upon to manage it, Edward Elric would do in a pinch.
Day/Theme: Sept. 7, 2010 "a man is sufficient"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Riza Hawkeye(/Roy Mustang), Rebecca, Gracia, Ed
Rating: PG
Author's comments: Future fic, so, some ending spoilers.
Additionally, I asked my sister who to write about without telling her the theme and she chose Riza Hawkeye. So.
This was a task that called for a woman to handle it. It required a woman's sensitivity, a woman's sense of style, and a woman's cunning. Riza Hawkeye was woman, of course, but she didn't feel it was appropriate for her to climb this mountain. A man took things differently when they came from his wife. And Riza meant to change something about him, not to hurt him.
At this point, Riza was thinking that her best bet might be her longtime friend Rebecca Catalina the next time she came over (probably with a very happy Jean Havoc at her side). Rebecca was never afraid to speak her mind. One upside to this candidate was that Riza might not even have to say a word about it to Rebecca. The moment she showed up and saw Roy in that ridiculous get-up he had recently adopted upon being elected Führer she would be doubled over in laughter and pleased to break him of any and all silly affectations he had picked up.
Gracia Hughes was always an option as well. She had never fallen out of Roy and Riza's life, perhaps even growing closer to them as the years went by. Things changed, but the bond between old friends remained as other more casual acquaintances spread out and went their separate ways. Of course, Gracia had always put up with Maes' unusual fashion sense, so she might not see anything wrong with the look Roy had adopted of late.
Riza was still considering this problem when Edward Elric showed up on her doorstep. "Hey, sorry I'm so late," he said, offering her a bouquet of daffodils he had picked up along his way."
"Oh, Edward, how kind of you. Anyway, it's not really a delay at all since Roy's taking a nap on the couch."
"Lazy bastard," Ed muttered, sounding far too fond of said "bastard" to really mean much by his comment. "So, you don't mind if I wake him up then?" he inquired, following the first lady into the relatively modest presidential residence.
"No, please, go right ahead," Riza waved him into the living room.
Roy was sprawled out on the couch. He didn't snore, but his mouth was slightly open and a spot of drool had formed on a cushion. Ed snorted. This guy would never change. For a moment he allowed nostalgia to distract him from the offense against not just fashion, but the eyes of everyone in a two mile radius. Under his military jacket, which was currently unbuttoned, he was wearing a plaid shirt. And not just any plaid shirt, but a horrendously colored one, a tasteless mess of chartreuse and beige and pale orange. Ed resisted the urge to gag. "You let him leave the house like this, Hawkeye?!" he gasped instead.
"If only I could think of an appropriate way of stopping him. There's not much I can say when he covers it up most of the day."
"If I still had my alchemy..." Ed mused. He would've been all too happy to transmute this monstrosity into something more suitable. Or at least funnier. Of course, even without alchemy, with the appropriate tools he could still manage to transform the shirt... Ed turned back toward Riza with a wicked grin on his still young face. "You don't happen to have any paint and brushes I can borrow, do you?"
"For you, Edward, anything."
Riza passed on these supplies and stood back to watch as Ed got to work. It was a good thing that as the years had passed and Roy had grown more secure in life that he had become a deeper sleeper. Well, Riza, supposed, her mouth twisting into something between a smile and a grimace of secondhand embarrassment, if a woman couldn't be called upon to manage it, Edward Elric would do in a pinch.