FMAB, Post-Promised Day
a/n trying to get better at that whole Royai drabble thing. where it’s super small. this one is only like 900 words. are you proud of me? i’m proud of me.
also this totally doesn’t fit into the canon of my edwin wedding fics.
but, i whipped it up. thought it was cute.
Riza Hawkeye did not curse often.
But, this was an exception.
This was a major exception.
The zipper was stuck.
The zipper then broke.
Of course the zipper broke.
“Is something wrong, Miss Riza?” Winry had asked,
perfectly oblivious to what exactly this mishap entailed.
Riza stood behind the dressing screen, bit her lip hard
and let the gears in her head turn.
But, she was quick.
She knew from the second the purple fabric snagged.
The only way she could wear that bridesmaids’ dress
was to duck out of Winry’s room,
and get to Ed’s.
She needed an excuse.
“I-uh,” she swallowed, utterly flustered, frazzled. How unusual.
“I must step out and speak with the General.”
Riza slipped on her robe, pulling it tight around her back.
Winry raised an eyebrow while the room of girls watched
her step out from behind the screen.
Pinako puffed her pipe, “About what exactly?”
Riza blinked. Mae squeaked. Winry smirked.
Any interaction whatsoever with Roy Mustang guaranteed a sly smile,
a ‘knowing’ grin from any one of these women,
though, however, only innocently interested in her own happily ever after.
for the most part
Still, Riza had no time to explain, defend, nor deny.
“I’d like his opinion on our forbidden romance.”