Artist: DHT
"I hate him so much." Winry growled into her tea. Riza tilted her head to one side and let the girl continue. "I mean, its like he doesn't even care! He acts like it doesn't matter!" Her hands clenched around the cup as if it were the offending male's neck.
"He's a fifteen year old boy." Riza pointed out, laying a hand over Winry's. "They aren't known for their sensitivity… or good sense, for that matter." She gave the girl a soft smile. "They're all like that at his age. Then they grow up."
Out of the corner of her eye, Riza caught sight of the Colonel and Fullmetal, walking down the street. It wasn't long before the sounds of their arguing drifted to her ears… though they were easily three blocks away.
"Eventually." She added with a sigh.