#lt-ross

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"You sure get an awful lot of nonsense filtering in, don't you?"

"You don't know the half of it..."  

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lt-ross replied to your post: So, how is that rule of ALL FEMALE WORKERS NEEDING TO WEAR MINI-SKIRTS COMING ALONG?

>:|

"Something wrong, lieutenant Ross?"

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lt-ross replied to your post: Are you one of those men who are capable of having multiple orgasms? Or do you have to rest after each one?

Oh gross. D’:

[princessofmustang-blog]

:3 *Leaves brownies on the table*

"Brownies!" Lizzie exclaimed seeing the plate on the table. She scrambled into a chair so she could be able to see over the table. She noticed a tiny card and made out the name "Lt. Ross." The girl smiled and ate one of the delicious treats. "Thank you Lt. Ross!"

[briggsqueen-blog]

Lady general, sir! Sparkling today at all? ^^

"Tch. I don't sparkle, Lieutenant. You should know that. Anyhow, I haven't seen you in a while. How's that brother of mine treating you?" 

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lt-ross replied to your post: Favorite position?

o-o

"Something wrong, lieutenant Ross?"

[flygirl-defying-gravity-blog]

@lt-ross : Learn to Fly

"Hello lieutenant!” Maria Ross saluted, finally getting that long-awaited glimpse into her future endeavors. Having her meetings orchestrated and rescheduled too many times to count, it was a relief to finally have met the young woman mechanic - a pioneer in her own right.  “I’ve heard a lot about your research,” she said, arm dropping. “The colonel sounds really invested.”

Marley Hawthorne flashed her future pilot-- well, she hoped-- a bright grin and popped a hasty salute. Since she had settled in at East City, she'd slowly been giving up on the idea of being an ideal soldier every single day. It got too hot in the warehouses, too musty for her to be in the jacket for twelve, thirteen, fifteen hours a day. Even now in front of her fellow soldiers, the jacket was unbuttoned and open, revealing her dirtied white tank top. She'd tried to clean herself up a little, but it was pointless these days. She'd gotten used to a fine layer of dust on everything she owned.  "The Brigadier General," she reminded with a slight grin, as if that made it funnier. "Is like a kid in a candy shop." She chuckled some and tucked her hands back into her pants pockets. "You'll see eventually. But for now, I was hoping to talk about you, Lieutenant." Then she noticed the people around them watching curiously. Her face fell some and she sighed. "Actually, walk with me. We'll do this on the go." 

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riza ; boyfriend

"Why don't you ask the Lieutenant? She's never got plans."

Fuery couldn't even stammer an apology or an invitation. His face was beet red and the way his gaze had skirted to the window nearby made it seem like he preferred the prospect of jumping out of the thing than asking Riza Hawkeye to anything--much less his cousin's wedding.

Luckily, she was feeling generous. "Actually, I'm seeing someone."

The entire office went silent. Well, except for the distinct sound of the Colonel choking on his latest sip of coffee.

"So you met someone new, eh?" Havoc finally said, with a flash of his usual smirk.

"No," she said, steel resolve not even allowing the subtlest hint of a smile on her own face. "It's been going on for months. We're very discreet." Her gaze was just begging one of them - any of them - to challenge it.

They took the bait.

"Is he local?" Breda asked.

"He's lived in Central his whole life," she replied casually, forcibly keeping any flicker of amusement about all this from her voice and still from her face.

"Military?" chimed in Falman.

"He has better combat skills than most of you," earned a whole roomful of pale faces and sweaty palms.

"Is he h-handsome?" finally came from Fuery, whose stammering matched the blush still in his cheeks.

This time, she let just a hint of a smile tug at one corner of her mouth. "He has a distinct look that I think most women can appreciate."

That seemed enough to convince them, and the fact that the Colonel none-too-politely reminded them all that talking about personal details was better left for lunch breaks. She went back to work inwardly commending herself for a job well done. They'd be poking their noses back in before too long, but...

- - -

"Hopefully that bought me some time," she said with a warmer smile when she finally returned home that evening, as that special "someone" greeted her at the door--tail wagging and everything.

Black Hayate was better company than most men anyway.