Lessons Learned (A PRIVATE FMA rp)

[Lierik]

Maes smiled to himself triumphantly; Roy was finally starting to catch on. "Don't worry, Roy, I've had a plan for when you finally realized that the two of you where made for each other for years now." After all, as the Flame Alchemist's best friend, Hughes knew exactly how secretly pathetic at all things love-related Roy really was.

[Wolfborg007]

Roy looked hopeful for a few second.
"Wait...wait...wait..." he said quickly, "Y-years? I don't remember you being psychic Maes..."
Part of him was rather disturbed by the whole thing... but if it'd help him win Hawkeye, he had a mustard seed's worth of faith in his best friend.

((Bringing in Arturo... ^^ ))

ARturo walked up the familiar stairs of Central Headquarters... he had to get away for a while, considering that General Armstrong was going to assasinate him painfully in his sleep, he decided that it was a good time to go down South for the winter... the permanent winter that was.

[Lierik]

Maes sighed in exasperation, "Roy...you don't need to be psychic to tell what's right in front of your face." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Though in your case, it couldn't hurt."

"And that's why I think Ptolemy's Third Equation is best for explaining the difference between practical and theoretical trials of..."Al trailed off as he realized the girl of his dreams was staring at him blankly (and...drooling just a little?).

Oh no. He'd done it again. He'd gone from asking if she wanted a drink it babbling about his latest alchemic theory. Just because Mei was an alchemist too didn't mean it was all she wanted to talk about. And he just couldn't shut up! She must think he was the biggest, stupidest loser on earth!

[Wolfborg007]

"HEY!" Roy said, completely insulted, "I know women!! Just because you're married..."
He pouted slightly as he gave a deep exhalation.
"But what do you have in mind?"

Arturo walked up the stairs, glancing back behind him.
"Are you coming?" he asked, glancing curiously at his subordinate that he had brought with him.

[Lierik]

Hughes smiled serenely, "Well it goes a little something like this..." Inside his own mind, manic laughter rose to the heavens.

W-what had Alphonse-sama said? He was watching her expectantly, but as the seconds ticked by his face fell further and further. Oh....oh... She watched in horror as his shoulders slumpt and he turned to leave the room. Why was Mei such a big, stupid loser?!?!

"Alphonse-sama, wait...!"

[Wolfborg007]

Roy listened eagerly, his entire body leaning forward and his eyes dilated like a deer's in headlights.
"Go on..." he urged, his eyes glancing up quickly at the door... He thought he heard footsteps.

[Lierik]

Hughes bent low over his desk, cupping his hand around the phone and asking quietly, "Is this a secure line?"

[Wolfborg007]

"Nothing is secure these days... but it's as secure as we can get..." Roy said, his voice dropping a level in volume as his eyes were fixed on the door.
His breath practically shallowed out as he waited... the suspense was killing him.

[Lierik]

Hughes shrugged; that was true enough. "With a woman like Riza, you have to start off small. Show that you appreciate her. Okay, so you know how much Riza loves her guns?" He waited for Roy to make a sound of confirmation, "You should take them to get oiled and re-tuned. It'll show her that you know how much she looks after you, and that you're thankful." Maes nodded sagely, "Women love that kind of stuff. Why my Gracia--"

[Wolfborg007]

Roy cut him off before he could say any more.
"But how on earth am I supposed to get hold of them?"
His face paled at the thought... there was no way of being casual about something like that.
He could just imagine it...
"Hey... um... Lieutenant? Is there any way I could hold your guns for a few moments?"

Oh yeah... that would blow over well...
Disarming Hawkeye was like sticking your hand into someone elses' VCR... you had to be discreet about it, and careful so you didn't get hurt...

[Lierik]

"I'm not sure about that part, but that's on your end. I'm just the idea man. But," Meas said severely, "make sure she doesn't know about it beforehand. It has to be a surprise for best effect."

Al turned back to Mei with a timid hope building in his heart. Maybe she didn't hate him...?

But as he waited for her to speak, the moment grew more and more awkward as neither managed a word. Just as he was about to ask her what she thought the primary benefit of Flamel's Eighth Principle was in today's alchemical climate...

Well, his brother's voice cut off the 'conversation' before he could make an even bigger fool of himself.

"Al! Al! Little brother, help! Don't just leave me here!" No answer. "...It's no wonder I have abandonment issues," he muttered sullenly to himself. After another few seconds in which Alphonse didn't heroically leap to his rescue, Edward finally wailed, "I have to go to the bathroom!" He was going to murder Winry.

Den licked his cheek consolingly.

[Wolfborg007]

Winry heard Ed's childish whining, and she rolled her eyes.
Standing up, she reached for one of the older models of automail so Ed could walk. She giggled as she realized that it slipped her mind.
"Hold on, Ed..." she said, holding the leg to him, "Here, you can use this until I get finished..."
She gave a sigh, and attatched it quickly.
"Better?"
She put her hands on her hips, smirking at him.

Roy suddenly pondered the idea of going out with Jenevive again... when he heard more footsteps.
"Help me..." the Colonel squeaked helplessly as the door began to open.

[Lierik]

"Ngaaahhhsss!" Ed hissed as the pain from the connection shot up his leg, from the tips of phantom toes to the top of his hip. He hated reconnection.

Once he was able to pull himself together, he glared up at Winry for just a moment before standing up carefully on his new leg (and damn it all, the thing was at least an inch oversized) and sprinting towards the bathroom.

"Roy?" Maes called, "What's wrong? Roy? Are you there?" There was an oddly ominous 'click' from the other side. Hughes stared down at the phone in his hand and breathed, "I've lost him."

[Wolfborg007]

Winry only shook her head with a distinct amusement as she watched him sprint off into the other room.
To think... he was famous around the world... and to also think... that she loved him.

Roy sat up as he spotted Hawkeye return. He paled, and went back to his paperwork.
He glanced up, as his eyes landed on the guns that sat on her hips.
Riza must've caught his staring, because she eyed him suspiciously.

"Sir... is something wrong?" she asked.
Her auburn eyes scrutinized him. He had the expression of a lost duck as he looked at her.

Roy hesitated, then rubbed the back of his neck and broke out into a fool's grin.
"No... of course not! I just have another date tonight... I was wondering what I should do to impress her..." he said, "Hey... could I maybe borrow your guns... just to show off at the firing range? Maes has mine..."

Riza looked at him, startled.
"After my shift is over..." she said, looking rather dissapointed in him.

Roy nearly cheered with happines.
He actually did it! Holy crap!

[Lierik]

Maes stopped in his tracks on his way to the supply room as he was seized by the feeling that Roy had just done something very, very stupid.