Doing paperwork....kind of.

((Me and Riza only.))

Roy sat in his desk, eyeing the stack of paperwork in front of him. In his mind, he was already planning what he would tell his superiour officers as an excuse to why he hadn't finished it. I had an emergancy call. I had family issues. I had... He sighed. It won't work...

Riza knocked twice on Mustangs office door, waiting for permission to come in.
"Colonal Mustang, are you done with the paperwork..?"

Roy jumped at the sound of his Lietinunt's voice. "Uhh...I'm working on it?" He said quietly, hoping she wouldn't shoot him.

Riza opened the door to find Roy at his desk, doing nothing as she figured he would be. She also saw the papers piled on his desk, unmarked.
"Roy.."
She said sternly, she didn't use his first name much, but she was getting aggrivated with him.
"You havn't done any work in two days."

"That's not true!" He tried to think of any work he'd done lately. He couldn't. "Well, not entierly! Okay, so maybe it is, but what's the point?" He stood up on his desk. "When I'm fuher, there will be NO paperwork!"

((OOC: MJPS, I cracked up writing this. Oh, God.))

Riza lowered her eyes and sighed.
"Yes, Sir.. You've told me before.. But for now, your not Fuher and you need to get the paperwork done. It's not that hard, ive finished mine alredy."
Somehow, she knew she was about to help him.

"But Lietenintttttt," he said in a whiney voice, "It's haaaarrd!"

OoC: Rofl!

Riza rolled her eyes and pulled up a seat beside his and sat on it.
"Give me a pen.."
She mumbled.

((OOC: Hah, this could be fun.))

Roy handed her his. Works every time, he thought smugly.

Riza mumbled under her breath about how Roy was a slacker as she signed the paperwork, forging Mustangs signature perfectly.
"You owe me, sir.."

"Of course, Riza," He said, "What do you want?" He smirked, "A kiss perhaps?"

Without hesitation Riza pushed his chair over, knocking him to the ground.
"I think cash would be appriciated better."
She joked, but her voice didnt change tone.

Roy rubbed the top of his head. "You of all people should know I'm broke," he muttered, "Hey, did you bring Hayate here today?" Roy loved "playing" with Riza's dog. Of course, his idea of playing wasn't too fun for Black Hayate.

Riza looked over at Roy, chuckeling nervously.
"No, I left him at home, Um..He felt sick."
Riza knew Roy scared and aggrivated Black Hayate the way he played with him.
'Its not Roys fault..He's just dog-crazy..'

"Sick? Is he okay? I should go cheak on him!" Roy stood up and turned his chair upright.

"No!!!"
Riza yelled as she grabbed Roys jacket and pulled him down onto the chair.
"He's fine, and probably sleepy. Stay here.. I need your help."

Roy sighed. "Fine. What do you need help with?" he asked, eyeing the paperwork and hoping it wasn't that.

"The paperwork, Sir."
Riza handed him a pen that was on the desk.

Roy sighed. "Okay, fine," he muttered. He started sighning the papers quickly, not even glancing at them.

"Your extra whiney today, Sir..Whats the occasion?"
She chuckled quietly.

Roy scowled. "Too much paperwork," Her muttered, "Why can't Bradley give me a break?"

"Someone has to do it, and you are Colonel."
She waved her hand around in the air, it was beginning to cramp a bit from the extra paperwork.

He sighed. "Whatever," he muttered. He continued to sighn papers, happy for the extra help.

"What time do you get of work, Sir?"
She asked, looking down at the papers, signing them quickly.

"8:30, you?" He asked, not looking up.