8. Store-lined streets
There was something so enjoyable about being able to just take a stroll through the town. He much preferred it when he wasn't in uniform as he felt that much more at ease for the movement it afforded and the attention not drawn by the blue threads and shining bars. Whether walking alone or with Havoc, teasing the gullible Fuery, or a joke meeting its death at Falman provided the much needed distraction and relief as the dividing line between the real world and Roy Mustang. The shops were usually passed with little interest and comments traded between friends, or himself when alone, and more often than not of an innuendo-like nature. They rarely entered any of them, although there was the not too rare occasion where a journey inside for the sole purpose of embarrassing naïve little Fuery.
The walks were more for the novelty of peace they afforded and the almost anonymity for being out of uniform. But he would admit to himself that when a little something that reminded him of her caught his eye he would stop and venture in for a close look when window staring failed to satiate. Sometimes he would leave with the item and sometimes more would tag along. He found it happening more often, as of late, and that he really didn't mind.