A/N: Day Two of Royai Week is here!! Here is my contribution for the second prompt: “Color.”
If he hadn’t the self-control, Roy’s cheeks would have turned the same striking shade of pink as the lip print that stained his pristine white collar.
The moment Roy Mustang finished scrawling his signature onto the dotted line beneath the report he had been working on, he promptly dropped his pen and sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and tipped his head back. After another grueling week of nonstop meetings and reports, he was ready to welcome the weekend, despite the fact it would be just as fast-paced as the week it trailed.
Though Roy couldn’t be happier with the notion.
Because instead of a Friday night mission similar to the ones his team had been assigned to for the past month, the night that would begin in just a matter of hours would consist of drinks, dancing, and fine dining. He had never been one to get too overly excited about the annual ball hosted by Eastern Command, but what he found this time around was that he actually was. Though he mainly attributed it to the fact that he had been given a sneak preview of a gown a certain blonde Lieutenant would don…