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A highly private roleplay blog for Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. Very slowly penned and much loved by Riku. 

Despite knowing she'd already seen it, Roy closed his hand around the treat effectively hiding it from view. Had it been five already? He hadn't been keeping count. But her eyes were too sharp to miss such a small detail and Riza wasn't one to exaggerate.

He huffed out a chuckle, gaze bouncing from his hand to his lieutenant. Somehow he felt caught.

" Well...He's been a really good boy today. "

      seeing the intensity in his eyes, brandy’s own golden eyes widened with worry. had she drank the last of the coffee without remembering to fill the pot again? she tended to do that once in a while, or maybe–she had been a little distant towards roy because of the changing of the seasons causing her shoulders to ache thanks to them being where her wings came forth.

     but then when he leaned forward to press a kiss on the corner of her lips, there was a look of relief on her face before elbowing him in the stomach.

           “you jerk, having me scared like that.”

Did he deserve to be called a jerk? Absolutely. After all his intent had been to catch her off guard. Did he deserve an elbow to the stomach for giving her a kiss? Perhaps but that didn’t mean he had to lay down and take it.

Roy made a show of pulling away to curl slightly over his middle, a chuckle slipping free. When the Colonel lifted his head to look at her, his expression was one of mock hurt . 

The intonement of her words rather than the words themselves bring his stride to an abrupt halt. Roy turns, inky hues seeking out her own, expression interested.

His beloved Lieutenant was a master of intonements and subtext. Each of her utterances held different meaning at different times.

Sometimes it was teasing under that stern exterior but now it was more serious. Regardless, every word Riza saw fit to speak to him was important to him.

Turning fully to face her, hands slipping within the depths of his overcoat pockets, Roy gave her his full attention.

It’s a lighthearted smile that fixes pink lips now, something softer and warm all the same. Maybe she should’ve expected the slight pivot to a more gentle meeting. There was enough going on as it was; They could both use the breather, couldn’t they? His grin ushers along a brighter smile, cheeks dimpling with a nod. The prompt does give her a jolt, lashes batting as she racks her head for any places she’s seen or been to recently. Then, like a light bulb–

       “ Copa’s! —It’s just down the way a bit, not far. “   And Yuu knew for a fact that, should either of them need to say anything from prying ears, it was practically a safe haven for her and whoever was with her. Old family friends after all. It was good to have friends.   “ Unless you had somewhere else in mind? I’m not all that picky. “

Being a man known for going on many and varying dates, Roy was quite familiar with the restaurants and eateries in the surrounding area. He was confident that regardless of what restaurant she brought up, it would be a good one. That just was the nature of the food in this area. Good food with even better company kept customers coming back for more. It never failed to serve as a convincing front to any and all prying eyes. A fact that he imagined they both could appreciate.

Her declaration earned a grin from him, hand still resting under his chin. Copa’s was an excellent choice. He had a feeling she had good taste and Roy was glad to see he was right. Adjusting his coat and brushing off imaginary dust he offered her a pleased nod. 

“Copa’s it is! I’m especially fond of their afternoon coffee. It’s dark and roasted.” 

The hand under his chin swept out, palm open in a gesture for her to go first. He accompanied the action with the slightest of bows, his other arm being tucked behind his back as he bent forward.

Setting his pen down, Roy glanced up towards the door at the unexpected voice. He leaned forward, dark eyes regarding the stranger. Pale hair, a vivid but steady turquoise gaze, strange attire. He certainly wasn’t anyone that Roy was familiar with...yet.

     taking a glass that still had some leftover wine she had been enjoying during the party, brandy huffed at roy’s words.

          “i don’t know about you, but i’m what you would call perfection. i’m what you’ll see as an example when you look up the word in the dictionary.” of course she knew she wasn’t anywhere near perfect, but she had to come back with the man’s teasing.

“Somehow I let you and Maes convince me to come to this thing and now you’re prattling on about perfection.”  A long-suffering sigh was heaved, a shake of the his dark head given. He met her gaze, held it then rolled his eyes with a crooked smile. Leaning forward, his hand found hers, intent on relieving her of her glass. 

“I think you mean, my face is dashingly handsome.”

The last thing Roy had been expecting to stumble across on his way home from work was a young man with golden hair. Let alone a young man with golden hair who had passed out.

Crouching beside him, Roy had set his papers and bag down in order to focus on waking him. It surprisingly wasn't hard to do, which helped to ease his worry that something may be seriously wrong with this stranger.

“....G-general?”

The utterance had a slight frown forming on his face. True he had been a soldier at one point. Even made it as far as a second lieutenant but a general? That was a first.

It was clear that the blond was more out of it then Roy had originally considered. A potential head injury, was his first thought.

"Hmm.."

Deciding to ignore the question as nothing more than incoherent mumbling, Roy shifted from his crouched position in order to help the younger up.

"Take it easy now. You probably hit your head when you fell."