Disclaimer: FMA is NOT mine :'(
A/N: so, I thought of this kind of drabble-y thing, i can barely call it a story, and decided to post it. I'm also working on updating 'Vices' and another one-shot. I'm not sure if I'm very happy with this, but it seems all right enough.
It was well established that the first and third Saturday of every month was laundry day for Colonel Roy Mustang. Of course this didn't mean he did his own laundry. No, the mere notion that he did his own laundry was more than laughable.
Instead, the unpleasant task was bestowed on his first lieutenant. Riza Hawkeye was clearly more than just Mustang's aid and bodyguard. Her duties often stretched far past the doors of their medium sized office at central headquarters. Though he could easily have done his own laundry, it never came out quite as well as when his lieutenant did it.
Every first and third Saturday of the month at 6:45 am, Riza Hawkeye would let herself into his apartment. Normally he's still asleep but, on a few unlucky occasions, a woman is with him. On these awkward occurrences, she is especially quiet as to not wake the slumber of the two bedmates. Once, and only once, the woman had woken up to Hawkeye walking around with a laundry basket and screamed. After they explained the situation, she nodded uncertainly before dressing and leaving. There was an uncomfortable silence as she continued with her business, doing her best to ignore him, until he finally went back to bed, leaving her in peace.
Her routine consisted of walking around the moderately sized apartment, picking up articles of clothing, and dropping them in a pile. This pile was then moved to a tan laundry bag she would find in his linens closet next to his towels. She would first separate his civilian clothes and uniforms, then put the uniforms in a basket she brought with her before throwing the rest of his clothes in the bag.
By 7:15 she would be locking his door on her way out. Both the basket and the bag would be put in her trunk next to her own basket of dirty uniforms and significantly smaller bag of civilian clothes. She will first drop off the uniforms at the military dry cleaner, as it will take the longest time to finish. The kid at the counter says to return in three hours, two and a half of which will be spent doing their common wear laundry.
As always, she washes all of the clothes at the Laundromat, dries them, and quickly fold his. She doesn't bother with hers, figuring she can fold them at home and she knows if she doesn't hurry, she'll be late for the uniforms. After retrieving the newly cleaned uniforms, she returns home to properly starch the uniforms as the cleaners were too busy to do it right. She brings her civilian clothes up in the basket as well, intending to take care of them after she drops of the Colonel's laundry. Despite this, in the back of her mind she knows they'll probably sit in the basket until she wears them again.
At 10:30, she once again lets herself into his apartment. More often than not, the Colonel is still sleeping, but if a woman had been there earlier, she'd have left by now.
She moves about his room quickly and quietly, not wanting to wake him. Before she leaves, she puts out some hangover pills and a glass of water on his side table, as he probably needs them.
She is out by 10:45, careful to make sure the door is locked. She always does her job quickly and efficiently, barely making a sound. When she arrives back at her home, she checks off 'laundry' on her To-Do List and moves on to the light house work that follows the laundry trip.
A/N: Yeah, so, definitely not that great, but review anyway pretty please