light_a_spark | MCA #7

Returning from the kitchen with two glasses of orange juice, Roy couldn't say he was surprised to find her still near the bookcase.

He put the glasses down, but stayed on the other side of the table as he watched her. "My staff."

"I thought so," she said, glancing up at him then back at the picture. "Are they all alchemists?" She sounded doubtful.

"Only Armstrong," Roy replied, then smirked a little. "He's that one that didn't quite fit on the picture."

"Has he ever gotten a complex about his head getting cut off?" she asked with a grin.

Roy laughed and finally moved around the table. "The Major is very hard to give a complex," he assured her. He could go on about how the man would probably just say that anyone would be able to recognise his nice physique, but decided to spare her that bit of his personality for now.

"Probably lucky for him," she replied. "Who are the others in the picture?"

Because nothing said you couldn't ask questions even if you doubted they'd be answered.

Maybe talking to Hawkeye had put him in a more benevolent mood as he moved beside Aly. He paused for a moment, very much avoiding looking at himself on the picture.

"Breda, Falman, Fuery, Havoc, Hawkeye and Hughes," he indicated them on the picture as he summed up their names.

She didn't ask where they were now. It was a dangerous question after there'd been a war.

"And that's Hughes too?" she asked, nodding towards the other picture. She smiled. "He's cute."

Roy raised an eyebrow, easily able to imagine exactly how Hughes would take a compliment like that. It might have involved pictures of a certain little girl. Then his shoulders sagged and he moved back to the table.

"Yeah, that's him."

Aly picked up on the change of demeanor and set the picture back on the bookshelf, following him over.

"I don't mean to pry," she said quietly. She totally did.

"He's just not my type," Roy said lightly, pulling a chair back and sitting down.

"Oh? What is?" she asked, letting him change the subject and perfectly willing to tease.

"Decidedly more feminine," he said with a smirk.

"So the students fixation with boykissy holds no appeal to you?" she grinned, taking a seat.

Roy glanced at her and shook his head. "No, I can't say it does."

There was a pleased smirk.

What? Too many turned to boykissy. That just wasn't fun for her.

"I have to say that I'm pleased nothing attacked me on the long trip across the hall. I was slightly worried."

"I thought I should hold that off until next time," he said. "It wouldn't do for you to decide it's not worth facing an attack to come here."

"But now I'm warned," she pointed out.

Roy grinned. "Or I'm just making sure you want to try coming over again," he teased.

"So I can get attacked?" she laughed. "I'm not sure I follow your logic on that one."

"You can't tell me you're not curious about what I have in mind," he pointed out.

"Sure I can tell you that," she smirked.

"I wouldn't believe you," he said simply and motioned to the board. "Black or white?"

She sighed. "Maybe I'm losing my touch. White, please."

"I'm sure you're not," he assured her easily and carefully turned the board around so white was on her side.

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