A/N: Crappy drabble for Day 3 of Royai Week 2015 with the prompt Telephones.
Riza hated to admit it, but believe it or not, she couldn't help but be happy whenever the Colonel called her. For some reason, her doubts and worries washed away during those moments, and she couldn't quite pinpoint why. She was simply overcome with a sense of calmness which she only found herself in while holding the phone to her ear.
Maybe it was because he hardly spoke about work; he preferred to have long conversations with her, no matter how ridiculous they ended up being.
"Lieutenant, have you ever wondered why we're the superior species, yet animals can see, hear, and smell better than us?"
"No, Sir, I can't say that I have."
Riza knew that he was only calling her to avoid his ever-growing stack of paperwork, but she didn't mind. Whatever the reason was, she was just pleased that he found her good enough to share his pointless ideas with.
If anyone loved those moments more than Riza did, though, it was Roy.
Dialing her number was one of his favorite pastimes, and frankly, he wouldn't trade the excitement that pummeled into him whenever Riza picked up on the other end for the world.
Normally, he'd have thought up something beforehand to start with, but as he ran out of things to say, he'd blurt out whatever for the sake of keeping her on the phone. He loved hearing her voice. It didn't matter what she was saying or in what tone; her voice was like his drug.
What he didn't know was that his voice was hers too.