"You say that like it's a bad thing, sir," Havoc replied unabashedly, deciding to ignore Mustang's previous comment.

Arching his brow, Mustang looked suspiciously at Havoc before cautiously asking, "Really...what do you mean, soldier?"

"Behave yourself, Roy," she said icily.

Roy's eyes widened in shock as he felt Riza's hand connect with the back of his head. He remained still, a blank expression crossing his features before he turned to gawk at Hawkeye. Bringing his hand up, he rubbed the back of his head and frowned, almost taking on a resemblance to Black Hayate--the typical puppy-dog look.

"Really...what do you mean, soldier?"

Casting Devi a surreptitious glance, Havoc turned away, leaning over toward Mustang, a mischievous smile upon his face. He cupped his hand near his face as he spoke into the general's ear, making sure that neither one of the women could hear. After a few seconds of whispering, the lieutenant leaned away, watching Mustang's face eagerly for his reaction.

Bringing his hand up, he rubbed the back of his head and frowned, almost taking on a resemblance to Black Hayate--the typical puppy-dog look.

"Don't look at me like that," Hawkeye said sternly, closing her eyes, although inwardly she was feeling rather shocked by her own actions. She was used to the general's unsavory behavior. Did it only matter now because she was here as his date and not his subordinate? "You deserved it."

Casting Devi a surreptitious glance, Havoc turned away, leaning over toward Mustang, a mischievous smile upon his face. He cupped his hand near his face as he spoke into the general's ear, making sure that neither one of the women could hear. After a few seconds of whispering, the lieutenant leaned away, watching Mustang's face eagerly for his reaction.

Immediately, Mustang froze, void of all plausible thought and emotion. If it weren't for the dark, the others would notice how he blanched, all of the color in his face leaving--save for a bright flush on his cheeks. Like a fish, he gaped, trying to find words that weren't there. He sputtered, paused, and then gasped for words that just wouldn't come.



Devi glanced over at Mustang, curious as to what on Earth Havoc could have possibly said to cause such a reaction. Once again, she tugged on her date's sleeve, pulling him closer to her level before asking, "What did you tell him?? It looks like you broke his brain."

((Havoc's a pervert!! Havoc's a pervert!!! XD))

"What did you tell him?? It looks like you broke his brain."

Havoc paled. There was no way in hell he was going to repeat to Devi what he had said to Mustang, although it wouldn't be a good idea to lie to her either... you weren't supposed to do that, especially on the first date.

Giving her a sheepish grin, he patted her on the head before saying, "I'll tell you when you're older."

Like a fish, he gaped, trying to find words that weren't there. He sputtered, paused, and then gasped for words that just wouldn't come.

Hawkeye looked over at her date, a look of surprise written upon her face as she wondered what Havoc could have said that would make Roy Mustang blush. Then, just as quickly, she decided she never wanted to know.

Giving her a sheepish grin, he patted her on the head before saying, "I'll tell you when you're older."

Devi laughed as he patted her head, finding his humor amusing. And yet, she was still very curious as to what he could have said to Mustang to make him react the way he did. With a playful pout, she looked up at Havoc and replied, "But I want to know now. I'm not a kid, y'know. How much older do I have to be?"

Hawkeye looked over at her date, a look of surprise written upon her face as she wondered what Havoc could have said that would make Roy Mustang blush. Then, just as quickly, she decided she never wanted to know.

Slowly, Mustang began to regain his composure, the color returning to his face. He coughed into his closed hand, fidgeted slightly in his seat, and then leaned back. Glancing nervously at Havoc, Roy decided it would be better to avoid conversation with him for a while. He opted to turning his attention to Riza, his date, who he had realized he wasn't paying nearly enough attention to.

A small, warm smile crossed his lips as he looked at her. He leaned back in the seat, casually sliding his arm back behind Riza. Then, he looked forward at the screen, nonchalantly resting his arm across her shoulders.

"But I want to know now. I'm not a kid, y'know. How much older do I have to be?"

Aww, she's so cute! he thought as he saw her pout, a helpless smile crossing his face. "I'll let you know when," he replied delicately, desperately hoping that she'd take that for an answer.

Leaning back in his seat, he stared up at the screen uninterestedly for a moment before noticing, out of the corner of his eye, that Mustang had put his arm around Hawkeye's shoulders. Huh... I wonder if I should try that too... He lifted his left arm up slowly, reaching back behind her and draping it along the top of the seat.

A small, warm smile crossed his lips as he looked at her. He leaned back in the seat, casually sliding his arm back behind Riza. Then, he looked forward at the screen, nonchalantly resting his arm across her shoulders.

Riza tensed slightly when she felt his arm touch her shoulders, but soon relaxed, a pleased smile replacing her previous dour expression.

"I'll let you know when," he replied delicately, desperately hoping that she'd take that for an answer.

"Oh, fine..." Devi sighed, a playful grin betraying her feigned frustration. She was actually having a lot of fun playing this kind of game, but she'd let him win...for now.

He lifted his left arm up slowly, reaching back behind her and draping it along the top of the seat.

Devi jumped as she felt Havoc's arm behind her. She didn't move away, only hesitantly looked up at him, asking warily, "Havoc....what are you doing?"

Riza tensed slightly when she felt his arm touch her shoulders, but soon relaxed, a pleased smile replacing her previous dour expression.

Roy smiled, pleased that Riza didn't reject his actions. With a soft, satisfied sigh, he slightly tightened his hold on her shoulder and continued watching the movie.

"Havoc....what are you doing?"

"Uh..." Havoc's confidence faltered somewhat. Then, remembering her naivete in situations such as this, his eyes narrowed determinedly. "I'm putting my arm around you as a sign of affection," he said firmly. "See, that's what you're supposed to do on a date."

Roy smiled, pleased that Riza didn't reject his actions. With a soft, satisfied sigh, he slightly tightened his hold on her shoulder and continued watching the movie.

Riza's brown eyes widened slightly. She leaned back and, after a moment's hesitation, rested her head upon his shoulder.

"Uh..." Havoc's confidence faltered somewhat. Then, remembering her naivete in situations such as this, his eyes narrowed determinedly. "I'm putting my arm around you as a sign of affection," he said firmly. "See, that's what you're supposed to do on a date."

Devi hesitated momentarily before the statement sunk in. Blinking, she flushed somewhat and replied, "O-oh...okay."

Mentally kicking herself for her inexperience, she tried to think of what she was supposed to do next. Glancing over at Roy and Riza, she noticed how Hawkeye was reacting and figured she should probably follow suit.

She smiled meekly at Havoc, leaning in towards him. Because of his height, she couldn't quite rest her head on his shoulder, so she opted for snuggling into the junction between his chest and shoulder. Her nose wrinkled slightly, catching a whiff of a familiar unpleasant scent.

Looking up at him, she frowned and stated, "You smell like cigarettes."

Riza's brown eyes widened slightly. She leaned back and, after a moment's hesitation, rested her head upon his shoulder.

Roy was very pleased on how thing were going. He smiled, feeling accomplished, before glancing over to see how Havoc and his date were doing. He was slightly disappointed to find that Havoc was fairing just as well, wanting to seem like the more experienced man.

No one to be outdone by his subordinates, Mustang frowned and thought of a way to show-up the lieutenant. Leaning over towards Riza, Mustang pursed his lips slightly and focused on his prize--a romantic kiss that was sure to beat Havoc's attempts on Devi.

Looking up at him, she frowned and stated, "You smell like cigarettes."

The lieutenant's mood changed in an instant. Removing his arm from her shoulders, he slumped down in his seat, his head drooping. His hands rested in his lap as if he were some school child who had just been disciplined. "Sorry about that..." he murmured in a hollow tone. Well, at least this wouldn't be the first time a woman had broken up with him because of his cigarette addiction...

Leaning over towards Riza, Mustang pursed his lips slightly and focused on his prize--a romantic kiss that was sure to beat Havoc's attempts on Devi.

Now that was taking it a bit too far. There was a flash of silver and a metallic click as Hawkeye pressed her pistol to the bottom of the general's chin. "We're in public, Roy," she said calmly, straightening in her seat, her posture rigid once more.

"Sorry about that..." he murmured in a hollow tone. Well, at least this wouldn't be the first time a woman had broken up with him because of his cigarette addiction...

Devi immediately regretted her comment, watching as Havoc withdrew from her, his tone both hurt and disappointed. Worry flashed through her eyes, completely caught off guard by the sudden change, as she reached for one of his hands and took it in her own.

"Oh...Oh, no...I-it's okay. I can put up with it for now," she replied, smiling reassuringly at him. Although she really couldn't stand the smell, what with her heightened senses and all, she was more than willing to suffer silently. She didn't like seeing him so hurt by it, and she was slightly intrigued to know why but that could wait until later.

"We're in public, Roy," she said calmly, straightening in her seat, her posture rigid once more.

Damn. Mission failed.

"You...you brought your gun...to the movies?" Mustang nearly whimpered, a stoic expression crossing his features as he sat back in his seat.

"Oh...Oh, no...I-it's okay. I can put up with it for now," she replied, smiling reassuringly at him.

Havoc looked up at her, his eyes widened slightly, before giving a little cough into his hand, any hint of his previous disappointment disappearing on the spot. "I'll work on it," he promised. "I... guess I've just had trouble quitting." In all honesty, he hadn't really tried all that hard... but she didn't need to know that.

"You...you brought your gun...to the movies?" Mustang nearly whimpered, a stoic expression crossing his features as he sat back in his seat.

"A soldier should always be prepared," she replied in the strict, even tone that she used while at military headquarters. "Isn't that right, Roy?" she added, a small, almost mischievous smile crossing her lips as she removed the gun.

"I'll work on it," he promised. "I... guess I've just had trouble quitting." In all honesty, he hadn't really tried all that hard... but she didn't need to know that.

Devi smiled happily when she noticed Havoc's mood improve. Picking up his hand, she moved his arm to encircle her shoulders once more and leaned against him, replying, "Sounds good to me. My nose is sensitive, you know...Hm. Maybe I can help you. Like, give you a reward whenever you go a while without smoking--give you something to look forward too."

"A soldier should always be prepared," she replied in the strict, even tone that she used while at military headquarters. "Isn't that right, Roy?" she added, a small, almost mischievous smile crossing her lips as she removed the gun.

Damn. She remembered that? Roy thought with a groan, realizing that she was using his own words against him.

"You know...that wasn't what I meant," he frowned. "Besides, it's dark."

"Sounds good to me. My nose is sensitive, you know...Hm. Maybe I can help you. Like, give you a reward whenever you go a while without smoking--give you something to look forward too."

"Reward...?" A number of ideas ran through his head at that moment, most of which he wouldn't dare speaking aloud. Flushing scarlet, he smiled broadly at her. "Oh, ah, yeah! That sounds great!" he said enthusiastically.

Chewing the wad of gum, he paused, an almost child-like expression of joy crossing his face. "Hey, Dev, watch this..." Pursing his lips, he pushed the gum forward, flattening it with his tongue, before blowing a bubble.

"You know...that wasn't what I meant," he frowned. "Besides, it's dark."

"We're still in public," she told him, replacing the gun in its holster.

"Reward...?" A number of ideas ran through his head at that moment, most of which he wouldn't dare speaking aloud. Flushing scarlet, he smiled broadly at her. "Oh, ah, yeah! That sounds great!" he said enthusiastically.

Devi beamed him a bright smile, happy that he would be willing to except her help. Although she was unsure as to why he was blushing, his crimson cheeks visible in the glow of the screen, Devi remained silent. She leaned in close, resting her head against his chest again, reaching over to pluck a few gummy bears from his box. Cheerily, she replied, "Good, I'm glad. I'll do whatever it takes to help, just let me know."

"Hey, Dev, watch this..." Pursing his lips, he pushed the gum forward, flattening it with his tongue, before blowing a bubble.

Eyes widening, Devi watched on in amazement as the bubble sprouting from Havoc's mouth inflated, growing larger and larger. She itched to reach out...just reach out and touch it, maybe bat it around. It looked so enticing, so fun.

"It so...wow..." she stared, fighting the urge to poke it. Just one touch. Poke it. Pop it. Just once...

Her hands twitched involuntarily, coming to life and reaching upward towards the expanded bubble. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she extended a single finger and jabbed her finger into the rubbery, gooey substance.

She jumped as it popped, covering Havoc's face. Gasping--and simultaneously trying not to giggle at the sight--she brought her hands to her face. "Ah, I'm so sorry! I couldn't help myself. Sorry," she cringed, apologizing frantically, although giggling somewhat.

"We're still in public," she told him, replacing the gun in its holster.

Sulking, Roy sighed and leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed determinedly on the screen now. He frowned, both disappointed in the way she reacted to his advances and in himself for trying so soon. He let his competitive side get the better of him, his eagerness to be better acting against him. It was his fault. Riza didn't deserve it. No, she deserved a gentleman.

Great. Now he felt bad.

Sheepishly, he turned back to look at her and extended his arm, stopping before it went behind her shoulder. Guiltily, he smiled and inquired, "Can I...?"

((*squee* Those pictures are so cute!!! XD))

She jumped as it popped, covering Havoc's face. Gasping--and simultaneously trying not to giggle at the sight--she brought her hands to her face. "Ah, I'm so sorry! I couldn't help myself. Sorry," she cringed, apologizing frantically, although giggling somewhat.

Havoc flinched as the bubble burst with a loud pop!, the gooey substance plastering to his face. He had managed to close his eyes just in time; now, he opened them slowly, surprise written across his face. He hadn't expected that she was actually going to pop the bubble.

"Ah..." He removed his arm from her shoulders, a few helpless chuckles escaping his lips. "I'm guessing you've never seen someone blow a bubble with gum, huh? I'd better go clean this off..." he added, pushing himself up from the chair.

Sheepishly, he turned back to look at her and extended his arm, stopping before it went behind her shoulder. Guiltily, he smiled and inquired, "Can I...?"

Riza gave him a small nod but otherwise said nothing. She could tell he was upset, but she didn't regret her actions for an instant. All she could do was hope that he didn't take her rejection to heart.

"Ah..." He removed his arm from her shoulders, a few helpless chuckles escaping his lips. "I'm guessing you've never seen someone blow a bubble with gum, huh? I'd better go clean this off..." he added, pushing himself up from the chair.

"I'm really, really sorry," Devi replied softly as she watched him stand, guilt evident in her expression. She tried not to giggle, but it was almost too much to bear. "I don't know what go into me."

Riza gave him a small nod but otherwise said nothing. She could tell he was upset, but she didn't regret her actions for an instant. All she could do was hope that he didn't take her rejection to heart.

Tentatively he put his arm back around Riza's shoulders, making sure only to do that and nothing else. He sighed and turn his attention back to the movie, only to be distracted by movement on his right. Looking over, he saw Havoc standing and gave him a questioning glance. It wasn't until he saw the substance coating the lieutenant's face that he understood.

With a deep chuckle, Mustang turned to Havoc and teased, "Hey, you seem to have something on your face, soldier. Like...all over." He moved his finger in a circular motion, gesturing to the lieutenants entire face, before laughing again.

"I don't know what go into me."

"Don't worry, it's fine," he assured her, grinning despite the gum on his face. "It's pretty much impossible to resist popping a bubble, believe me."

"Hey, you seem to have something on your face, soldier. Like...all over." He moved his finger in a circular motion, gesturing to the lieutenants entire face, before laughing again.

"Hey, that's great, sir... guess that means you're not entirely blind," Havoc told him jokingly as he moved past, doing his best not to bump into the other couple. Casting Devi another smile, he started down the stairs and to the exit.

"Hey, that's great, sir... guess that means you're not entirely blind," Havoc told him jokingly as he moved past, doing his best not to bump into the other couple.

Mustang glared slightly at Havoc, his fingers involuntarily reaching up to touch the black eyepatch covering his left eye. He resisted the urge to attempt tripping Havoc as he passed, noting the possibility that the lieutenant might fall bump into Riza. Grunting, he re-situated himself in the seat and turned his attention back to the screen once more.

Casting Devi another smile, he started down the stairs and to the exit.

Devi smiled back but paused as she became painfully aware that she was now alone with the general and his date. Now uncomfortable, she huddled in her seat and determinedly fixed her eyes on the screen. It wasn't particularly interesting, but it at least kept her mind of Havoc's absence and the presence of the other couple.

Grunting, he re-situated himself in the seat and turned his attention back to the screen once more.

Hawkeye found herself wishing that Havoc hadn't made the comment about Mustang's eye. Although she had grown used to seeing him wear the patch, there was always the faintest of reminders in the back of her mind that she was responsible for his injury. She didn't linger too much on the thought, however, and turned her attention back to the movie screen.

Havoc hurried to the restroom, washing the sticky mess from his face. Luckily none of it had gotten in his hair, and most of it came off fairly easy (although by the time he was finished, some parts of his face were bright red from where he had had to scrub the gum off).

He was tempted to take a quick smoke break but, remembering Devi's comment about his cigarette smell, managed to fight away the urge. He started back to the theatre a few minutes later.

Riza leaned back in her seat, curling her legs under her chair as the lieutenant moved past.

Mustang noticed Havoc's return and pulled his legs under his chair. He avoided looking at the lieutenant, still somewhat sore about the blind comment. He knew better than to take Havoc's words seriously, but he disliked being reminded about it.


Devi perked up as she saw Havoc returning down the aisle. Breathing a sigh of relief, she relaxed in her seat and smiled up at his freshly-washed face.

"Welcome back," she said with a smile, still feeling somewhat guilty for her previous actions. Sometimes she hated how her body seemed to act on it's own, the feline side getting the best of her.

"Welcome back," she said with a smile, still feeling somewhat guilty for her previous actions. Sometimes she hated how her body seemed to act on it's own, the feline side getting the best of her.

"Hey," he said pleasantly, noting the look of relief on her face. He sank down into the seat, his arm encircling her shoulders once more. Leaning over, he whispered, "Mustang didn't give you a hard time, did he?"

"Hey," he said pleasantly, noting the look of relief on her face. He sank down into the seat, his arm encircling her shoulders once more. Leaning over, he whispered, "Mustang didn't give you a hard time, did he?"

"Hn? Oh...nope," Devi replied, pleased that he was concerned. She smiled to herself, leaning against him once again, adding meekly, "It was just a bit...uncomfortable...um...alone."

Mustang sighed, bored with the movie and disappointed in his failed advances, disappointed in his actions towards her. Although he wouldn't admit it, he was sulking. Leaning back in his seat, he grumbled, "These silent movies are always so boring..."

Leaning back in his seat, he grumbled, "These silent movies are always so boring..."

Havoc glanced over at Mustang, a sly grin crossing his face. "Hey, now, don't look at it that way," he told him, his gaze drifting back toward the screen. "It leaves a lot to the imagination. Just watch."

He paused, waiting until the camera cut back to the female character in the movie before speaking, mimicking a woman's high-pitched tone. "I'm afraid I can't be with you. You see, I have a terrible rash."

Devi looked up at Havoc, arching a brow and trying not to laugh. She turned her eyes back to the screen, finding his act somewhat entertaining.


It took a moment before Mustang caught on. A sliver of a smile creased his lips as he looked up at the screen and took on the role of the male lead. "You do? Where?"