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lealta_eterna in onoratalogs

You are my shadow. [closed, in progress]

Jun 03, 2008 19:35

WHO: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang.
WHAT: A dinner date.
WHERE: a French restaurant near AMC headquarters.
WHEN: Tuesday, late evening.

( I am your shade. )

roy mustang, riza hawkeye

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pirotecnica June 4 2008, 05:31:52 UTC

Roy smiled at Hawkeye as the waiter left, having taken his order as well. "Oh? Are you religious, Miss Hawkeye?" He made it as casual as he could, putting the "Miss" honorific as to not make the other woman too angry. It was a dinner, after all, they were not at work here, so he figured calling her by her last name would not irate her too much.

The seafood selection looked good, and he was quite interested in the Lobster Newbert. "What are you thinking of, Miss Hawkeye? The seafood here is quite delicious. Their meat is sumptious too."

lealta_eterna June 4 2008, 14:24:25 UTC

She looked away from the scrawling text on the menu, amber gaze flicking toward her superior for the briefest of moments. "Not particularly, no," she countered, very nearly having to bite her tongue to keep from calling him 'sir'.

With that query fended off, she looked back to the menu, skimming through the options quickly. She was still starving, and she didn't much care what she ordered but... "The veal sounds quite good."

pirotecnica June 4 2008, 14:42:21 UTC

He merely nodded, not pursuing the matter. Hawkeye had secrets of her own, and he respected that, as long as it wasn't anything vitally important to the Commission. The menu was set aside as the waiter approached, carrying their wines. Dark eyes briefly glanced at the glass of sangria placed before Hawkeye before taking his own wine glass.

"Are you having a fine evening so far, Miss Hawkeye?" He asked, lips skirting around the mouth of the wine glass and tasting just a drop of sweet alcohol.

lealta_eterna June 4 2008, 17:41:35 UTC

Riza took a small sip of the sangria to make certain it was to her liking, and they both placed their orders (she went with the blanquette de veau). She arched a brow at Roy's next question... she certainly wasn't going to give him a straight answer, that would just give him more ammunition.

"You should really stop trying to charm me, signore."

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