Now the disclaimer.
I don´t own FMA! (sad but true)
Out of little Black eyes
Chapter 7: Day off Part 2
She shut her side of the car and walked to Roy, she took his hand and they enterd the museum. It was huge.
On the walls hung beautifull paintings some bigger then Roy even some bigger than Riza. Roy looked in awe. He had never seen so many painting.
"You like it?" she asked smiling at the kid.
Roys mouth was open. He only nodded. Riza closed his mouth and said: "It doesn´t look good with your mouth open."
He blushed. And they walked down the hallway. Everywhere were different historic articles with a long history. The paintings were beautiful. He didn't know that the museum had such things. He was in some in his school time but they were boring, but this one was amazing. He walked around with awe. Sometimes Riza read something out of a brochure. He listened interested what she said. She is so smart and beautiful at the same time. They waked by a group of tourists.
They were having a great time, until Roy's 'little' feet hurt (small children can't walk so long).
Riza was looking for one of those benches which were in the museums. And she saw one. They walked to the bench as an old lady was walked to the bench and took all the space with the bags she carried. It was the old lady that waked over the street
---Flashback ---
Roy looked out of the window and saw an old lady walk over the street. V-e-r-y slowly. He thought she would move slow- motion.
"Stupid old- people. Always being so slow and dogmatic" He murmured to himself but still loud enough for Riza to hear.
---End of Flashback---
He sighed heavily. His 'little' feet hurt really bad and there was this old lady taking HIS seat.
"I was right. Stupid old people, dogmatic, slow but when they want they can be fast, and FAT" he said crossing his arms.
"Ryan!" she said. "What have I told you in the car? We will talk about that when we are home"
She went over to the lady and asked:
"Excuse me, could you make some space for the boy to sit?"
The women looked at Riza, then she took her bags off the seat.
"Pretty young for a mother" she said smiling evil.
I always said, old people are EVIL! Roy trotted over to them
"Oh, I, well … no …"
"It's not a sin my child. I hope you can handle that boy. He seems to have a bad attitude"
"I don't have a bad attitude. I am realistic" Roy said angrily.
"Well, boy if it isn't a bad attitude than it is a bad behaviour"
The old women stood up and walked away V-E-R-Y slow. Roy just grumbled after the old women. As he looked up to Riza she was angry. She took his hand and hurried out of the museum. Roy had troubles holding up and not falling.
She walked to the car and climbed in. Roy followed, feeling that he was in trouble.
Their drive home went by quietly. Roy wanted to turn on the radio which Riza turned back off. At home she shut the louder than usually.
"Living room, now" she demanded.
He walked to the living romm and seated himself on the sofa.
She came in with a cup of water. She seated herself on the armchair, facing Roy.
"Ryan what have I told you about talking bad of old people?" she had come down from 180 to 90.
He swallowed "That I am not allowed to talk bad about people and that I am bossy myself" he crouched under her gaze.
"Good. And why were you so rude to the old lady? She let you sit. And she is right if that is not an attitude, young man than it is mad behaviour. If you had a room I would send you to it but there isn't so you are grounded for a week without television"
"But …" he started.
"No we had this mister. No buts … I will make dinner, you go wash up and after dinner you will get ready for bed."
He sighed heavily again. Well what a date. He got to see all those wonderful things but his feet hurt and he got trouble with Riza because an old lady was the opinion he had a bad behaviour.
And the evening went by quietly.