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[snipingmissy]

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[Riza wasn't unused to the strange envelopes or packages containing items from home, not after she'd been through two such events. That morning, when she'd gathered the mail, she'd gotten a small envelope with a photograph. It was a photo she'd kept carefully hidden away at home, of her and her father.

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Phone

[canhasfuhrer]

[That's never a good tone of voice to hear]

Is this line secure enough? Or would you prefer face to face?

Phone

[snipingmissy]

[Anxious voice is anxious. And though her response is tight and nervous, that's really more the equivalent of most other women pulling out their hair and screaming.]

I don't trust these phone lines. Is your lunch break long enough to come to the house?

[canhasfuhrer]

[His own is calm and even, but whatever could get THAT reaction out of her warrants his immediate, undivided attention]

I'll get Fullmetal to teach the class. See you soon, Lieutenant.

[snipingmissy]

[She is waiting mostly patiently for him by the front door when he gets home, holding a cup of tea and wearing what is definitely one of the dress shirts Mayfield had put into the closet for him. Because she was more confident in the height of that collar than the collar of anything she had.]

Hello, sir.

[Awkward greeting is awkward, but one doesn't typically start a conversation by saying that 'oh, that big tattoo with all the information about flame alchemy is back!' That would be even worse.]

[unexculpable]

[Ed turned the corner just as Riza was walking by. It wasn't often he ran into someone he both A) knew and B) liked on the way to school and the Lieutenant wasn't bad company. Ever sing that... one... thing.... happened, that whole milk fiasco, things had been strained between the two of them. It was a lot less awkward talking to her now, but Ed felt that she was still kind of... apprehensive around him. Not that he could blame her.

He jogs a little to catch up and as he's about to call out to her he sees something... strange. What was on her back?]

Lieutenant Hawkeye! Hey!

[snipingmissy]

Oh? Good morning, Edward.

[She can carry on a nice conversation with Edward, and he's a good kid. Besides, her walk to work is usually alone, so company would be nice.]

[unexculpable]

[And then Ed will make this uncomfortable for all parties involved]

I think you have something on your neck.

[snipingmissy]

[Riza blinks, gently touching her fingers to the back of her neck, expecting ink or some other dirt-like substance. But when she looks at her fingers, they are clean. It only takes a second for her to realize what Ed saw, and her posture changes immediately. Smile, don't panic--he doesn't know. He doesn't need to know.]

Colonel Mustang must've fallen asleep grading papers again.

night;

[grimmdark]

[Oh it'd a dog. Rose isn't particularly fond of dogs, but she doesn't hate them either.

Still, she can't pet it if the owner doesn't draw closer. Sigh.]

night;

[snipingmissy]

[Don't worry! Hayate is all over being close enough to get petted! He yanks one more time, pulling the leash out of Riza's fingers, and bounds over to the girl, wagging his tail. Riza's a few steps behind the dog, frowning at the dog.]

Black Hayate, no. You can't just walk up to strangers and expect them to pet you.

night;

[grimmdark]

[Rose is already petting, a soft smile on her lips.]

I'm more a cat person, admittedly, but I can stand small cute canines now and then. This is a particularly good example of what cute should be defined as.

night;

[snipingmissy]

[Hayate wags his tail, all of the excited.]

I apologize.

But he is cute, isn't he?

[Come on, she's going to call her own puppy cute.]

[flowers_suck]

[She's on her morning jog when she spots Riza ahead of her, and speeds up. As she draws closer, she notices red lines at the base of the woman's neck.]

You've got something on your neck, Hawkeye.

[And oddly enough, it doesn't look like marker or pen marks, it looks much more a part of her than simple scribbling could.]

[snipingmissy]

[Riza blinks, bringing her fingers to the base of her neck to see if any presumed ink or whatever Olivier was referring to would end up on her hand.]

[Nothing does. It's a good thing Olivier is more behind her than in front of her, or she would've seen the look of downright horror that was granted a sum total of two seconds on her face. She turns quickly.]

Ah? It's probably nothing. The boy in our house likes to play pranks.

[Lies. But Riza is a pretty good liar. And when push comes to shove, if there's one thing she's good at lying about, it's this tattoo.]

[flowers_suck]

That doesn't look like a prank.

[The close she gets, the more or the intricate lines she can see.]

Riza is good at lying about the tattoo. Me, not so much

[snipingmissy]

[She had to fight to keep her shoulders down and not immediately stiffen at Olivier's insistence. She turns, her back to the street now, shrugging nonchalantly.]

I wouldn't put it past him. He seems to enjoy silly pranks like this, and it makes him happy. We are stuck in an alternate reality. I may not like finding dye in my shoes in the morning, but it's harmless and it makes him smile.

[Come on. That's pretty good for coming up with it on the spot.]

Action: Late Evening

[prpl_assistant]

(Miss Pauling's just gotten her first regain in the mail; it's not something too bad, but it does pull at a few heart strings and has left her just slightly melancholic and homesick. Add to the fact that the RED Spy and the BLU Pyro just got droned...it's not been an easy week after Halloween for her.

So when an adorable black and white dog bounds up to her, tail wagging and all friendly, she can't help but smile. Animals always made her feel better, especially the loving and friendly ones. Bending down, she reaches out to pet the dog.)

Hey there buddy. At least one of us is having a good day, huh?

Action: Late Evening

[snipingmissy]

[Hayate yips, wagging his tail and sniffing at Miss Pauling's face. After sensing she was not feeling so happy, he bumped his muzzle against her cheek, letting out a puff of air kind of like a sigh, staying stiller so she could pet him.]

He always seems to be having a good day.

[Riza smiles, though it's more tense and hesitant than warm. Sorry Miss Pauling, she's had a crappy day too.]

And he likes to try and cheer others up when they've had a bad day themselves.

[prpl_assistant]

He can tell, miss? He must be very intelligent then.

(She's going to start petting him gently. She really should look into getting a pet for herself, they always seemed to make her feel better.)

[snipingmissy]

He is very smart. Right, boy?

[Hayate wags his tail, but yips quietly in response to Riza's comment. He is a smart puppy!]