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[scentedbygunpowder]

"I didn't know you danced, Lieutenant." [ He's smirking... perhaps a little too mischievously. ] // - jean

@brazencord

Not much can get Hawkeye flustered (perhaps even a touch embarrassed) but this seems to have done the trick. She’s not sure exactly why, either. It wouldn’t have bothered her if he had asked, or if it had come up, but somehow, Jean Havoc finding her here, in this swinging little dance hall, flushed from dancing and clearly enjoying herself, well, it made her almost want to duck her head in a girlish type motion.

After all, this wasn’t her reputation. This wasn’t the reputation of the fearsome Hawk’s Eyes. Although, he did know her beyond just her reputation. Perhaps that’s why it flustered her.

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” she shot back, still catching her breath after that last, lively dance. “Dancing is just one thing.”

Truth be told, she hadn’t expected anyone to find her here. Oh, if Becca had been in town, she probably would have--actually, Becca probably would have been with Riza--but certainly not any of the team.

“I don’t exactly advertise my interests. Besides, while I enjoy it, I’m certainly not the most skilled at it.” She paused looking at him. “And why are you here? On a date? Or searching for one? Or do you like to dance too, Jean Havoc?”

[scentedbygunpowder]

😘 [ on the knuckles ! ] // ♥ alex

@brazencord

Riza was used to Alex Armstrong making grandiose gestures and statements. It was simply part of who he was. What she didn’t expect was a greeting quite like this when she finally returned to active duty after the Promised Day. The moment he had seen her, she knew that there was no avoiding it, so she had let him come towards her, ready to warn him away from hugging her too tightly, as she wasn’t quite ready for that, yet, still not back to full strength and adverse to anyone near her neck. But to her surprise, he didn’t try to hug her. Instead he gently to her hand his, and lifted it to his lips, placing a kiss upon it.

“Lieutenant!” he rumbled. “I’m so please to see you back on your feet and returned to work with us!”

“Yes,” she said simply. “I’m glad to be back. I was tired of the hospital.” Which was an understatement, something that anyone who had come to visit her had clearly been able to see. “I’m on my way to the office.” She hesitated and then while a smile, thanked him. “Thank you, sir, for being gentle with me. I’m not back to full strength yet, and I appreciate it.”

“Of course, Lieutenant Hawkeye,” he said in return and, keeping her hand, turned to clearly walk with her to the office.

Well, she supposed a little company wouldn’t be a bad thing.

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[ HIGH FIVE ] // ♥ maria !

           “Ross, you certainly outdid yourself. I heard about your part in the plan, very well done!” So this was Maria Ross in the flesh. Frankly, they wouldn’t have been able to do what they could without her help. (Even if it came at a very personal cost: Ross’ reputation and freedom.) 

          “I certainly hope there’s little animosity towards your banishment. We’ll make sure everything is right for you to rejoin the country, along with your file wiped clean.” The Major holds out her hand, and in a lighthearted fashion, their palms meet, only for a gentle smack sound to ring between them. How wonderful.

         And so she beams, “I owe you a beer. Let’s go! They’re waiting for us!”

[farginen]

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" no one can survive in this world without a little help. no one. " // ♥ alex

❛ that is true, major armstrong. ❜    she finds nothing to disagree with there, not in theory anyways.  it's always a lot harder to ask for help in the moment than talking about it as an abstract concept.  even then she can't help feeling a little guilty over needing help when she should be the dependable one.  

she has just been discharged from hospital and isn't feeling herself one hundred percent, however, so at least this once she'll concede with a gentle smile.    

❛ i've got more than a little help.  i have a lot of people to thank. ❜

[scentedbygunpowder]

‘  i  think  she’s  coming  back.  ’ // ♥ jean

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Riza let out a quiet frustrated noise. "I thought we had lost her."

Riza could hear that Jean was right, though. She could hear the annoying click, click, click of the woman's heels combined with the jangle of the many bangles that she wore on her wrists. The absolute last thing that Riza wanted to do right now was spend time talking to one of Roy's many admirers. The woman had somehow gotten it in her head that she and Riza were friends, even though Riza had turned her away more than a few times.

Riza glanced around, She and Jean were at a street fair that had popped up, enjoying the various booths. It was good to have a night out and have some fun, and Riza was, after about three busy weeks, finally relaxing. Being here with Jean just made it better. She often found it easier to relax around him and his easy-going attitude.

This woman was threatening all of that.

The booths were fairly close together, and there was really only one path left open to them. The main row took them straight towards the center of the fair, where a band was playing and a dance floor had been set up.

"How do you feel about a dance?" she asked him. "It'll definitely make us harder to catch--especially if we end it on the other side of the dance square."

[indomitableicequeen]

[ MISSED YOU ] // ♥ alex

[ MISSED YOU ] for a reconciliation hug. @brazencord

"ALEX, PUT ME DOWN!"

If there was one thing Olivier had been hoping to avoid, it was just this. Yes, she and Alex were getting along again, and had even become somewhat friendly, but she still hadn't wanted to be caught up in one of Alex's infamous hugs. And although she had managed to avoid them up until now, it seemed her luck had run out.

Alex was taller than her, bigger than her, and, in a straight contest of strength with no skill, stronger than her. Once he had her, she hadn't much of a chance.

Still, she protested, kicking viciously out with her legs, and twisting as best she could in her brother's grasp. At least no one was around to see aside from the Armstrong family staff. She'd have killed him if it had been in front of any of her men or the Central soldiers.

"I don't care how much you've missed me, put me down you blubbering fool before I decide to take my sword to you!"

[scentedbygunpowder]

umbrella; "Here, Lieutenant, allow me." // ♥ jean, swooping in to save the rainy day

SEND “UMBRELLA” FOR OUR MUSES TO SHARE AN UMBRELLA. @brazencord

"Oh--Thank you, Havoc."

The rain, while not pouring in droves as it had been earlier, was still falling in at a steady rate, promising to soak through anyone who had to be out in it for longer than five minutes. Unfortunately for Riza, the walk to her home was longer than five minutes, and Mustang was otherwise occupied (supposedly with a date, actually with information gathering) and so couldn't drive her home.

...not that he hadn't privately offered, but she had firmly turned him down, knowing how important this intel was and the images they needed to maintain.

Still, she hadn't looked forward to walking home in the rain and, as her umbrella had broken and was as useless as flame alchemy in the rain, she had resigned herself to just being wet through and through by the time she got there, and had started out, already feeling the rain making her coat heavy.

Only for Havoc to swoop in with an umbrella and hold it over her head.

She smiled up at him. "Heading my way, or just see a damsel in distress," she said, slightly teasing him. "Either way, I'm glad to see you."

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"Et tu, Ross?”