Trains
Title: Trains
Rating: G
Universe: Fullmetal Alchemist
Summery: Roy and Riza, post-anime.
Roy tried to stretch out on the train station bench, and failed miserably. The so-called armrests stopped his long legs before they could get more than halfway unbent, and the bench itself was too narrow to accommodate a fully-grown man. On top of that, the high back and hard wooden seat made even sitting up straight torturous for more than a few minutes.
Roy had been there for four hours.
“Only Fullmetal could have been conformable on these…” he grumbled, rubbing his good eye with his knuckle. He raised his head as he heard the sharp staccato of heels on tiles.
“I brought coffee.” Riza said, offering Roy a cup. “No cream and three sugars.”
A lazy smile pulled at Roy’s lips. “Black as sin and sweet as a stolen kiss.” He murmured, sitting up and taking the cup. Riza sat down next to the former Colonel with her own milky cup of coffee. Roy had often called it ‘milk left next to the coffee pot.’
“I don’t remember train trips being so uncomfortable before.” He said after talking a long sip and letting the sweet, hot coffee burn its way down his throat.
“When was the last time you traveled as a civilian?” Riza countered.
Roy conceded the point with a nod of his head. “Alphonse was looking well.”
“As well as can be expected.” Riza agreed. “Poor child.”
“He’ll find Fullmetal.” Roy said confidently. “And then they’ll set out to right all the world’s wrongs and make it a safer place for kittens and puppies and girls in miniskirts.”
“I don’t think Al or Ed really care about girls in miniskirts.” Riza said dryly.
“Well, somebody has to.”
Rating: G
Universe: Fullmetal Alchemist
Summery: Roy and Riza, post-anime.
Roy tried to stretch out on the train station bench, and failed miserably. The so-called armrests stopped his long legs before they could get more than halfway unbent, and the bench itself was too narrow to accommodate a fully-grown man. On top of that, the high back and hard wooden seat made even sitting up straight torturous for more than a few minutes.
Roy had been there for four hours.
“Only Fullmetal could have been conformable on these…” he grumbled, rubbing his good eye with his knuckle. He raised his head as he heard the sharp staccato of heels on tiles.
“I brought coffee.” Riza said, offering Roy a cup. “No cream and three sugars.”
A lazy smile pulled at Roy’s lips. “Black as sin and sweet as a stolen kiss.” He murmured, sitting up and taking the cup. Riza sat down next to the former Colonel with her own milky cup of coffee. Roy had often called it ‘milk left next to the coffee pot.’
“I don’t remember train trips being so uncomfortable before.” He said after talking a long sip and letting the sweet, hot coffee burn its way down his throat.
“When was the last time you traveled as a civilian?” Riza countered.
Roy conceded the point with a nod of his head. “Alphonse was looking well.”
“As well as can be expected.” Riza agreed. “Poor child.”
“He’ll find Fullmetal.” Roy said confidently. “And then they’ll set out to right all the world’s wrongs and make it a safer place for kittens and puppies and girls in miniskirts.”
“I don’t think Al or Ed really care about girls in miniskirts.” Riza said dryly.
“Well, somebody has to.”