Was she looking for him? Oh yeah. Most definitely. Too bad he was avoiding Grumman by hiding in a forgotten janitor closet. When he saw his annoyed assistant/fiancee stomping through the halls, mumbling something to himself, he grinned and waited for the exact moment to open the door and pull her in. With a cocky smirk, he pressed her into him, an arm wrapped around the small of her back. ❝ Looks like my position has been compromised. ❞
Where was he? Riza had been looking for her husband for far too long at this point. He had paperwork to do! He had things that were going to be due soon! She needed to brief him on information for upcoming meetings! There was far too much to do for him to just disappear like this! (and maybe she was a bit worried too, because she hadn’t found him yet).
She was lightly cursing him under her breath as she made her way down the hall, tracing him from place to place as she tracked him down. She had heard that he had come down this hallway, and she was going to find him one way or another! Most people were quickly abandoning any place that she came into, trying to get out of her way. It was obvious that she was angry, and no one wanted to be in her way.
Suddenly, without warning, a door opened and she was pulled in, quickly pressed against someone and held to them. Automatically she reached for her weapon, ready to fight whoever had just decided to grab her. She had it out and pulled before she realized that she recognized that voice and touch, and dropped her guard a bit.
“Roy Mustang!” she snapped out. “I almost shot you! You should know better then to just grab me like that!” with a huff she turned the safety back on, on her gun, and put it back in the holster. “I have been looking for you everywhere!” she scowled at him. “Oh, you’re compromised all right, sir. Or rather, flat-out found out. Do you know all the paperwork I have built up waiting for you! And you’ve been hiding all day!”
Perhaps he was in a mood to play, but she wasn’t. Her frustration had been building most of the day, after all, and her own work/play line was not so giving on “playing” like this at work. She hadn’t tried to get out of his grip yet, but she was leaning back enough that she could glare at him.
