A/N - Another set of drabbles... Simply because there's something about this fandom that I can't stay away from. Too many things are left unsaid, or incomplete, and the amount of room remaining for speculation is just too vast. So when inspiration bites, I take up the pen and pound it out on the keyboard. Will contain the odd RoyAi drabble, but I'll make an effort to write something other than what's already been repeated ad nauseam. As always, I'm open to all forms of comments, queries and criticism.
Disclaimer - I don't own Full Metal Alchemist. This applies for the lot of drabbles, because, frankly, I don't get much out of typing this over and over when it's painfully obvious.
Thanks to - Su-chan, my beta: Thanks for taking the time. (I know how much of a pain I can be sometimes)
Snapshots, Sketches and Scribbles
Talent
With the innocent pride and excitement of a three-year-old who'd just learnt how to write his alphabet and was bursting to show off, Roy seized Riza by the wrist and led her into the room, Black Hayate yapping encouragement at their heels.
He invited her to sit down, dragging out the large, dusty gramophone - an artifact worthy of a glass case in a museum - and catching the expression of puzzled exasperation on his Lieutenant's face, told her to trust him. She was going to love it, it was that good.
He proceeded to produce a record and placed it on the player, winding it up before gently, almost reverently positioning the needle.
As the opening bars waltzed about them, Black Hayate stood to attention and Riza couldn't help but laugh as her Colonel and her pet dog belted and barked out her favourite song, in oddly matched, but perfect harmony.