The Assignment(CHAR)

It was dawn in Central. The bustling city was quiet still, except for the few people up at this hour. Soon the sun would rise, coating everything in a pinkish-orange glow.

Inside Colonel Mustang's tiny apartment, Cheryl lay curled on his bed, her eyes closed as she slept. She was here against her will, having found no possible way to remove the collar without getting burnt to a crisp. The Colonel's eyes were on her at all times, it seemed. It made her a tiny bit paranoid.

So, coupling paranoia with the building sense of restlessness meant that she felt like crap. She was used to moving about.... Sitting on a train all day, staring at the country-side.... Just... Traveling. She'd been stuck in Central for about a week now, and with the week she'd spent at the Rockbell's before getting her automail surgery, that meant two whole weeks of sitting still. Ugh.

Last night, seeing as Mustang had given her a birthday gift (And an accidental kiss, which she will never speak of again) , she decided to let him come back into his own bed. She'd tried to sleep on the couch to no avail, so they'd had to share the bed. Which was increasingly awkward.

"If you try anything, I'll rip your head off." she'd growled. She'd pull through with that threat, too. But, though he'd agreed not to 'try anything', Cheryl was still wary and stayed up until he'd gone to sleep, finally drifting into slumber a few moments after he did.

She was still asleep despite the weak rays of sunlight peeking through the window onto her face. Er, half asleep. She opened her eyes half-way, the light making her iris' a pure gold color.

By the time the Colonel had come out of the bathroom, Cheryl was sitting up in the bed, glaring disdainfully at the leash. "Lior?" she echoed when he reappeared. "What do I, I mean, we need to go to Lior for?" She'd had to edit her own words... 'Cause apparently the Colonel wasn't letting her go alone.

While she waited for his answer she stood up, stretching both arms high over her head and feeling the slight pull of the stitches as the steel pulled her skin.

Cheryl pouted a moment before grabbing her regular clothes and walking into the bathroom. About ten minutes later she came out, pulling the white gloves over her hands. "Let's go or you'll never tell me!" she growled, stalking towards the door.

OOC: You're evil. XD