Hawkeye paused for a moment, appearing deep in thought. Minutes later she smiled, something about it made chills run up Roy Mustang's spine.
"I DO suppose you have been a bit too cocky and demanding lately......" Riza playfully looked away as if she wasn't speaking to the Colonel.
"What are you getting at?" the tiny flame alchemist asked as a small bead of sweat slid from his temple.
Hawkeye shrugged innocently, "I'm just saying you've been working everyone too hard and could use some humility; and my feet ARE killing me."
Catching the not so subtle hint Mustang gritted his teeth, "You have got to be kidding me!" The Colonel was considering giving Hawkeye a nice burn in his anger.
Hawkeye's smile vanished as she leaned down to look closely at Roy, "Why would I ever be kidding? I simply said my feet are killing me."
"You want me to rub or worship your damn feet!" Roy accused with a finger pointed at his colleague.
"Foot worship......such a great idea Colonel!" Roy realized at this moment he was set up.
With a teasing smile Hawkeye removed a foot from her black army boots, gently kicking it aside and planting her bare sole against the wooden floors. Doing likewise with her other foot Hawkeye wiggled her toes happily.
Mustang grimaced, he could practically see the foot odor emenate from Riza's foot. Frowning slightly Hawkeye snapped her fingers impatiently, "Get to it!"
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