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[popparazzi]

YO~

Hughes here! Leave a message and I'll get back to you!

Oh, and would you like to see my darling Elicia~ and beautiful Gracia~?

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[ignitethesky]

. . . . . .

[Did he just admit to what he thinks he admitted? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Now Hughes will NEVER let him live it down.]

C-can I take that back?

[popparazzi]

[Oh, Hughes is wearing a shit-eating grin right now. Roy can probably hear it in his voice.]

Nope, no can do, Buddy~

[ignitethesky]

Please? I've already embarrassed myself enough as it is...

[popparazzi]

You're kidding right? Did you actually ask her if she knew anything about sex?

[ignitethesky]

I-- NO! What kind of question is that?!

[popparazzi]

Well then, you haven't embarrassed yourself.

Besides, this is me. What, did you honestly think I'm going to go over to her Forge and leave a message like "Oh, Lieutenant Hawkeye~ Guess what your Colonel did~"?

[ignitethesky]

Do it and I will burn your pictures.

...actually, I was going to ask you to try to talk to her and maybe put in a good word or two, but now that's changed.

[...]

[He can't believe he's asking this]

I want you to give her the talk.

[popparazzi]

The talk....?

Roy, the Lieutenant is a grown woman. I reserved 'the talk' for young girls under the age of eighteen and only when she started talking about boys that I would have had to shoot. Unless you want me to shoot you.

[ignitethesky]

...that works.

[popparazzi]

Are you always this melodramatic? I knew you were bad sometimes, but not this bad.

Just tell her the truth, Roy. She's always struck me as a woman that values honesty.

[ignitethesky]

...can I hide under your bed so that when she comes to drag me out and execute me, I have a sliver of a chance?

[popparazzi]

Don't you think that'd be the first place she'd look?

[ignitethesky]

I figure that if I barricade my door, she might think I was there and just trying to keep her out while I beat a hasty retreat. It might throw her off a little.

[popparazzi]

So it'd buy you... what? An extra five minutes, maybe?

[ignitethesky]

That's plenty long enough to write out a will.

[popparazzi]

This is true.

I'll make sure it's clean under there. And that there's something for you to hide behind.

[ignitethesky]

And if I die, I want you to take care of Allison.

[popparazzi]

Don't worry about a thing, Roy~ I'll take care of your little girl for you!

[ignitethesky]

I mean it.







...because that question you asked if I asked her? I just asked her.

[popparazzi]

I'll leave the door open for you.

[ignitethesky]

Thanks. I owe you... again.