For-Chan: Roy's hidden himself away in the Teacher's Lounge to eat lunch.

If he stayed in the classroom, he was sure to get accosted, possibly

molested by some overeager student. So he eats his sandwhich while flipping

through the day's paper that someone left lying out.

Dark: Havoc slides hands a letter in front of his face. "love letter." ^^

For-Chan: "For who?" Roy looks up.

Dark: "for you."

For-Chan: Roy reaches out and takes it. "From who?" He asks, turning it

over. He starts to open it.

Dark: "i am not at liberty to say," Havoc said sitting down next to him.

For-Chan: Roy huffs and opens it up. He pulls out the pink paper that

stinks of cheap perfume and carefully unfolds it like it's poisonous. "I'm

afraid to read it."

Dark: "you have to. anything but would be a diservice." he was enjoying

himself.

For-Chan: Roy glares at him. "My dearest Mr. Mustang," he reads, groaning

at just that. "I know that we've only just met and it's a little early, but

I have to admit that I'm in love with you! From the moment I saw you, my

heart hasn't stopped pounding. You were on my mind all day and night. I

just needed to tell you. Even if you don't feel the same now, we have an

entire year to explore these feelings together. I've never been good at

chemistry. Maybe you could tutor me after school? Love, a Secret Admirer."

Dark: Havoc grin was cheshire cat worthy. "you dog."

For-Chan: Roy grumbles as he puts the letter back in the envelope and folds

it up before tossing it into the trash. "Tutoring after school. Didn't take

them long to pull that one out did it?"

Dark: he shrugged. "i think theyr'e cute."

For-Chan: "Then we'll just have to divert their attention to you." Roy

nods.

Dark: "they don't want me. i'm not their type." Havoc rested his cheek on

his fist. "not pretty and lily-skinned."

For-Chan: "That's it, I'm hitting the tanning booth today until I'm all

brown and whithered like old leather. That should stop them."

Dark: (XDDDD)

Dark: Havoc almost falls out of his seat. "i'll kill you if you try."

For-Chan: "I'd probably die from overexposure or something. I just won't

respond to their letters or accept gifts or offer after school tutoring.

Too dangerous. I might start some sort of war if I'm not careful."

Dark: he raised an eyebrow. "one word: hyperbole."

For-Chan: Roy sticks his tongue out at him and returns his attention to his

neglected sandwhich.

Dark: he reached over and ruffled Roy's hair. "aside from the admirers,

how's life as a school teacher?"

For-Chan: "Not bad. There's some good kids in the class along with all the

love sick ones and various other students. It'll be interesting to try and

cram some learning into their heads."

Dark: Havoc nodded. "it's fun too. they're insightful in their silly ways."

For-Chan: He nods. "I don't hate kids you know. I wouldn't have decided ot

teach them if I didn't like them. I just don't feel comfortable with them

including me in their dirty thoughts or roping me into that teenage drama

that I've long since escaped from."

Dark: "goes with the territory." he reminded him.

For-Chan: "Not if I were soem fifty year old school marm with a a mole on

my crooked nose .Or a gym coach pumped up on steroids and a hairy back."

Dark: he patted Roy's shoulder. "you're cute. be happy."

For-Chan: "Yeah, yeah, I'm happy. How about you, gonna be writing any love

letters to the Alchemist?" Roy teases.

Dark: Havoc's cheeks colored. "nah, man, that'd be silly."

For-Chan: "That's the nature of love letters. But since you couldn't give

her that kiss, might as well send her a letter." Roy laughs.

Dark: "and where am i going to send the letters too?" he huffs, face

flushed.

For-Chan: "I don't know, maybe she has a publicist who forwards her mail.

If all else fails, you can play damsel in distress again." He grins.

Dark: "er... that wouldn't really do it for my masculinity."

For-Chan: "Ah well, guess your love just isn't meant to be."

Dark: he hung his head. "she's so cute too."

For-Chan: "What's she look like anyway? I never got a look since I was in

the alley." He's curious about how Havoc sees him as the Alchemist.

Dark: "she's got dark hair," he said. "sorta like yours actually." he

pauses, face scrunching up a little.

For-Chan: Roy nods. "And?" He prompts.

Dark: "round cheeks," he said. why was it so hard to remember all of a

sudden.

For-Chan: Roy wonders as Havoc's sudden lapse of memory about a person he's

been obsessing about since last night. "Must be a real looker," he adds.

Dark: "yes she was!" he can remember that. but he can remember details.

For-Chan: Roy wonders if he should ask his grandmother about this. They

crazy old bat might be able to provide something useful....or not. But it's

worth a try. "Who do you think she is every day? When she's not being the

Alchemist, I mean."

Dark: "something totally unexpected. like a librarian or something." he

nods.

For-Chan: Roy smiles. If he only knew. "Maybe it's something not so

glamorous, like a janitor or a gas station attendant."

Dark: "mmm she'd be so cute in a grey jumpsuit." his eyes were so sparkling

For-Chan: Roy laughs and pushes at his shoulder. "You weirdo."

Dark: "what!" he shakes his head. "no way, c'mon, girls in guy's clothes

are adorable!"

For-Chan: "How about girls in those thug outfits? Decked out with "bling

bling"" he says, wiggling hsi fingers like quote marks. "And putting

"grills" on their teeth? Is that adorable?"

Dark: "you love disagreeing with me." ._.

For-Chan: "Sorry, sorry." He says....not sorry at all. "I just like tossing

in a little splash of reality is all."

Dark: "it's a fantasy! no realitites allowed!" ><

For-Chan: "Ok, I revoke that statement."

Dark: Havoc huffed. "thank you!

For-Chan: Roy raises his hand. "Teacher?"

Dark: he blinked. "yeah?"

For-Chan: "If girls in boys' clothes are adorable, what does that make boys

in girls' clothes?"

Dark: no hesitation. "strange."

For-Chan: Roy sweatdrops, trying to fight off the slightly offended feeling

he has. "Ok, just checking."

Dark: "guys are just all hairy." >.>

For-Chan: "I'm not hairy. I don't shave all over, but I'm not really hairy

either." Roy shrugs.

Dark: "saying you'll look good in a skirt?" Havoc tilted his head

curiously.

For-Chan: "Possibly." He shrugs again.

Dark: Havoc's looking him over carefully. 'you've crossed dressed haven't

you?"

For-Chan: Roy gapes at him. "What makes you think that?" He demands,

fighting back a blush.

Dark: "you are so obvious!" he laughed.

For-Chan: "I live with a bunch of crazy women!" His batty grandmother and

some other great aunts and extended family and his poor father, having to

put up with them all. "Of course I've been forced into woman's clothing."

He says, trying to play it off as something other than a hobbie...which

truthfully, long before he became the Alchemist, or even aware of her, he

was trying on girl's clothes. When his father enrolled him in martial arts,

he agreed, but only if he got to do ballet too.... His mother was so happy

about that.

Dark: Havoc laughed. "you poor man."

For-Chan: Roy nods. "That's right. Is it any wonder I am not so fond of

female attention?"

Dark: "guess not," Havoc laughed. "you're traumatized."

For-Chan: "That doesn't even begin to describe it." Roy takes a sip of the

soda he left on the table.

Dark: "you're a funny guy." well considering how much Havoc laughs in his

presence. it's not surprising.

For-Chan: "I suppose there are worse things I can be."

Dark: "weird, guy in bear panties?" Havoc grins.

For-Chan: "If I'm funny, you're just flat out strange," Roy replies,

looking at him oddly.

Dark: "i'm not strange. i'm different." ^_^

For-Chan: "And that's better somehow?"

Dark: "totally. different just means not the same. strange is like really

odd or something." he nods sagely.

For-Chan: "Whatever helps you sleep at night," Roy says with a small laugh.

Dark: Roy gets flicked in the nose for that.

For-Chan: "Hey!" Roy pokes him.

Dark: "it's what you get." he nods firmly.