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[youresoshort]

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.

Comments

STOP BEING BLIND GOD

[gunpowderreason]

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."

For the moment, she kept them in the foyer. It had only really been a few hours since they had left the hospital, and she'd spent a grand total of half an hour in her own abode since then. Home was safe. That was how it should be. Though she never spent much time in her apartment in Central, and certainly not enough to so much as unpack properly, the one thing she always made time for was security. The ease in which people came and went in 5-1 made kept her on edge, but thanks in no small part to Shinjiro's help, coming home finally felt like she could relax.

Ran Fan had kept the place impeccably tidy in their absence, and the rush of gratitude she felt for this small thing was almost overwhelming. One less thing to worry about at this time was a huge relief: she would have to find a way to thank her properly. Seeing nothing on the floor to trip him up, and noting her firearms were still tucked away in their easily accessibly locations, she took him by the arm again and started to lead him to his bedroom. "You should have a seat, sir. I'll make us some tea."

It was important, she thought, not to phrase things the wrong way. If she was reading him right, avoiding words that made him feel as though he were being taken care of would definitely be for the best.