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“Rivers… please, would you enlighten me? Why, exactly, is there blood all over my office?”

"Oh, uh--

"I think it adds something to the atmosphere of the place. Don't you agree, Colonel?"

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His eyes darted down to her hands, fingers wrapped lightly around his wrists. Back for good? "I suppose that depends on my work," he replied, a small smirk tilting his lips as he took a small step closer and lowered his hands. It was hardly polite, but it was impossible to resist teasing her just a bit. "Why, did you miss me that much, Rivers?"

It was becoming increasingly clear that the colonel's intention was to see just how many shades of strawberry Alex's skin could go through -- even in her unsteady state, she could tell that much. Yet, she made very little attempt to stop it; breaking away simply didn't occur to her, and when his hands lowered, she just closed her eyes and submitted herself to the darkness again. A sigh left her lips -- 'exasperation,' she called it.

"W-well," she began, biting gently on her lip. Her hands withdrew from his as they fell, though her own motions were slow, reluctant. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she decided, was less embarrassing than clinging to him -- even if it just meant she was clinging to her uniform instead.

"Your people need you, for one," she replied, decisively. There. That was a nice way to avoid the question -- nevermind that her stomach still wasn't settling, and her weight still shifted nervously from one side to the other. "Need you around -- not just cloistered in your office. I don't even know what you've been doing, I haven't seen you in so long--"

Cutting herself off, Alex bit down a little harder on her lip, and made as if to avert her gaze -- turning her head to the side, though her eyes were still closed.

"I mean. You can do what you like, of course," she murmured, turning yet another, darker shade of red. "I'm, um, n-not trying to be your keeper, or anything. Just, y'know... s'worrying."

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Steps quiet, Roy moved to stand behind Rivers. It'd been some time since he'd seen the woman, and, letting her guard down like that... well, that just wasn't acceptable. His hands rose, sliding to cover her eyes in a quick motion and, unable to bite back a playful smile, he leaned close, his cheek brushing against her hair. "Guess who, Rivers."

Alex’s breath left her in an instant.

Any thoughts that had been previously occupying her head — any equations, circles, or run-downs of routine, reviews of paperwork due that day — were immediately swept away, with no hope of retrieval. As her vision went dark, her mind went blank, nothing but nervous signals coming and going: shivers down her spine, constrictions of her throat. The voice rumbled past her ear, and she barely hesitated.

“C-Colonel,” she replied with a gasp, one that she tried and failed to muffle. Her entire body was suddenly stiff, cheeks burning, and it was absolutely humiliating, but when his cheek brushed her hair which brushed her cheek, it was more difficult than it should have been, to collect herself, and not shudder.

Her head turned, just slightly, as she did her best to pull herself back down from the effects of such a surprise. Despite being unable to see anything, she still shifted as if to glance back at him, drawing her lips together almost calmly, as shaky hands rose to catch on his wrists. Her stomach was still doing flips, but she did her best to ignore that.

“It’s… it’s not nice to sneak up on someone like that, you know,” she chastised, gently, though she didn’t seem completely convinced of her own message. Her hands hung onto him, lightly, and she made little attempt to move. “I could’ve been thinking of something important… y-you know. Might’ve revolutionized how you do your work….”

Her weight shifted, anxious, unsteady. Her back met his chest, and she recoiled immediately.

“Are you—” she piped, a bit louder than before, fingers instinctively a little tighter on his wrists. Her cheeks flushed, volume dropped, and grip loosened, not a second later. “Are you back for real, this time, Colonel…?”

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[shadowoftheflcme]

Been a While (closed)

It had been quite a while since he'd last seen the man who lived in this apartment. A couple years or so, in point of fact. There were reasons for that, of course, but none of them quite mattered now that things had settled down after the Promised Day. He let out a quiet breath as he leaned against the wall of the building, hands in his pockets, watching the city move around him.

Central was recovering nicely after all the chaos - the entire country was - and it was nice to see. Oh, there were still scars from the mayhem here and there, soot-stains and bullet holes that would probably always be there until something knocked them out, but that was just cosmetic. The people seemed to be fine. Of course, right now he was less interested in the general public and more interested in one man.

It had taken him a while to find out where Roy Mustang was living these days, given that he'd left Central before Roy had transferred in, but with a little help from a friend he'd managed it. Now he stood outside the building, dressed casually, a hat cocked slightly over his face, and just waited. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to surprise the man at his home, but it was probably better than surprising him at work. Probably. Either way he'd have to be careful to avoid getting fried before he could explain things; dead men weren't supposed to just turn back up and say hi, after all.