Prompt: A reason to quarrel
Summary: Riza is not amused after Roy had done the laundry .
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Riza's eye twitched dangerously as she gathered the gray laundry – a color she knew quite well neither her nor Roy possessed.
"ROY MUSTANG!"
The Flame Alchemist who rather resembled a sleepy alchemist right now trotted into the kitchen tiredly.
"What is it, Ri?"
"Don't you 'Ri' me today, mister," the blond Lieutenant and roommate glowered at her superior, but her voice stayed even. "I asked you to do the laundry. Care to tell me what this is?"
She threw a piece of laundry at the Brigadier General, it hit his face. Groggily, he brushed the garment off of his face and held it up between his thumbs and forefingers. His eyebrows furrowed.
"I didn't know you owned gray panties. I like the black ones better."
"That's because I don't own gray panties," Riza replied to him, her voice lowering dangerously while she hurled another piece of clothing at him.
"This is military issued – they are supposed to be white! They are gray now because you had the splendid idea to put your new black scarf in there. A black scarf!" The composure vanished from her face now, and frustration took over. "We're in Ishval! Why would you even need a scarf?"
Roy quickly put away the panty and scarf and touched Riza's shoulders timidly.
"Please, calm down. That was an accident. I'm not very domestic, but even I'm not stupid enough to make such an error. The madame shoved some common sense into me, you know?"
Roy pulled her into his arms and Riza huffed in silent agreement to his gesture, burying her head in his shoulder.
"That stuff is military issued. You will fill out the paperwork for that."
"Why? Nobody will know about your gray panties." Roy's eyes darkened and the grip on Riza's shoulders tightened slightly. "And if somebody finds out, so may Ishvala help him for I'm going to make a fire that night."
"Sir, your shirts are gray, too. They are ruined. You have to get a replacement."
He frowned, he had forgotten that.
"Alright," Roy added with a loud sigh, "I will fill out the forms. But first, let me make it up to you."
A boyish grin spread on his face as he lowered his lips to her left earlobe. "You know, I just changed the bed sheets today, and I thought –"
"You thought you could also take over the chore to cook dinner tonight?"
Riza leaned away from his shoulder now and her eyes were as equally filled with amusement as his were filled with disappointment.
"You are too sweet, sir. I'd love to have something Xingese today," Riza added with a quick kiss on his cheek before she took the rest of the laundry and turned to the door.
"Sir? Are you coming?"
Roy sighed. "Yes, Ma'am."
He knew he deserved it.