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An ‘FMA:B + Textposts’ post to cheer y’all up
This moment was unironically peak romance.
wrathofthealmighty:
no one had ever accused loki of being too nice. quite the opposite, in fact. he was always a little too harsh, too brash, too honest. which made him wonder, as he zoned out of the conversation at hand, how he’d wound up locked in a one-sided conversation with a stranger. maybe said stranger had seen him working the bar before or maybe he just had bartender vibes even off the clock. which, if you asked him, was incredibly unfortunate. bartender seemed to be synonymous with therapist to some people and he sure as shit didn’t get paid enough for that.
so here he was, sat at the bar on his day off with a stranger pouring out their heart to him about… something. loki’d stopped really listening by now, eyes scanning the room for someone - anyone - that he could fake a friendship with to get some piece of mind. thankfully he didn’t have to wait long before someone new sat down on the other side of him. with an incredibly fake smile towards the first stranger, he offered a “sorry! my friend’s here. hope that shit works out for you, though, bud.” before he turned to the newcomer. “hey! i will literally pay for your drink if you chat with me long enough for that guy to fuck off. he’s been talking at me for a fucking hour and if i have to listen to him drone on any longer i might actually lose it.”
It wasn’t usual that Riza had time to go out, usually she was drowning in paperwork, she actually hadn’t finished fully unpacking things from her mist recent move but today they had ended early and her coworkers had managed to convince her to go out for drinks and well why not. she had just gotten something when she was intercepted by some guy, she actually had already seen him clearly stuck in a conversation he didn’t want to be in “Well he’s already talking to someone else, I think you could have just left and he wouldn’t have noticed.”
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Riza Hawkeye is a resident of Echo Springs, and looks like Emily VanCamp. She is 27 and in town is Police Lieutenant. Echo Springs doesn’t feel quite right, though - she recalls memories from Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood, where she remembers walking along a corridor feeling there is something in the shadows watching her and reaching out; standing in front of a small grave a desolated city around her; and communicating with someone via coded messages, which fade when she wakes up – for now.
★ 【SAGA】 「 riza hawkeye 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on instagram