Read on AO3
Alright, this is my second (my apology gift, really, it’s over 5000 words of fluff) for Shay, in which I attempt to tackle one of her favorite tropes
(characters A and B have to stay at a hotel and there’s only one room with one bed)…
once again - thanks to @the-musical-alchemist for listening to me flip out about how to write this, I appreciate it always, Gio ;-;
I said it already, but I’ll say it again - Shay, you’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, simply because of who you are - you’re always kind, passionate, thoughtful, and are extremely talented and witty. In short, you’re just incredibly wonderful. Thank you so much for being you, and have the happiest birthday possible. Hey, now you can rent a car and come visit me!!!
“Are you kidding me,” Roy grumbles, tightening his grasp on his small bag as he stomps his snow-packed boots on the porch of the building. “Of course Grumman sends us to the most remote town, in the dead of winter, splits up our team, and gets us reservations in what has to be the absolute filthiest looking place I’ve ever seen.”
“Relax, sir,” Riza responds. She flexes her frozen hands to try to regain feeling in her numb fingertips as she switches her bag from left to right. “You’ve seen the rest of this town; the entire place just doesn’t have a lot of money. I’m sure the inside is nicer.”
“Whatever you say, Captain,” he retorts. Riza sighs at his snarky-tone, but doesn’t challenge him, knowing that the last thing that she needed was to argue with her superior officer when they were both cold, hungry, and exhausted.