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May 27, 2010 20:47

Who:: Roy Mustang (youresoshort) and Riza Hawkeye (gunpowderreason)
What:: The cherry on top of the cake. It's been a long couple of weeks for these two. WHERE ARE THE HAYATE CUDDLES
When: Todaay
Where: Room 5-1
Warnings: Possible mun sobbing, hugging, breaking down, idk.

( It's not dark yet, but it's getting there. )

riza hawkeye, roy mustang

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STOP BEING BLIND GOD gunpowderreason May 28 2010, 01:03:10 UTC

She let out her breath with a huff, tired. "Honestly, if I had known it would have such dire consequences I would have stopped trying to bully you into it years ago ( ... )

IT'S NOT MY FAULT MY GOD youresoshort May 28 2010, 01:35:23 UTC

Roy nodded, allowing himself to be led once more. He was more relaxed than he had been outside, probably because he knew this apartment more, knew it was clean, safe, and that very little would be able to happen there.

Along the way, he placed his hand on different surfaces to get an idea of where he was. The dining room, he would mentally tell himself. Eight steps to the left would be the kitchen. The living room... He placed his hand on the wall, wrapping it around the edge of the doorway to his bedroom. The bed in the back left corner, about seven steps from the doorway...

He hadn't realized how tired he was until he was sitting on his bed. Mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted. And yet, no matter how much he wanted to, he knew he wouldn't be able to rest. What a nuisance.

WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS SIR WHY gunpowderreason May 28 2010, 01:52:13 UTC

She watched his trail his fingers along the surfaces they passed, knew he was counting his steps in typical military fashion. For a blind man, he wasn't going to have the same problems a civilian would. But the loss of sight would pose a very different problem for him--for all of them. Riza made it a point not to look at the gloves peeping out of the pocket of his coat ( ... )

DON'T JUST BLAME ME, YOU'RE GUILTY TOO youresoshort May 28 2010, 02:19:17 UTC

Roy buried his face into his hands and rested his elbows on his knees, sitting still as he heard her movements. The beeping of the microwave that signaled the tea was done, closing of the door, the location of the tea. He knew everything was made for his benefit, but perhaps that was why he felt so frustrated by this handicap.

He kept his head in his palms even after he felt the bed sink with her weight, noting what little sound there was around them. After a few minutes that seemed like hours, he finally straightened, brushing his face as he did so.

"Well, well," he joked, the smirk twitching, wanting to frown. "We've been together so much recently, people will start to spread rumors."

;______; I'm so sorry gunpowderreason May 28 2010, 02:43:46 UTC

"Good." Her tea was too hot, or perhaps she was just too tired. She molded her voice (and expression, out of habit) to fit his, as perfectly flat as it always was when he took on that tone. "Perhaps then Barry will finally take a hint ( ... )