Oh wow, look who updated. Anyway, this last sem I temporarily became inactive in my fangirling life because I decided that I should focus more on studying and college life (not that I'm failing hahaha my standing is basically good). But since it's my vacation, here's a short update. :)
Disclaimer: If I own FMA, then my life is infinitely better.
Roy closed his alchemy book with a sigh. There was no use trying to find the goddamn answer to Master Hawkeye's take home exercise. He stood up from his chair and stood by the window, which was foggy. Confused, he breathed on the window pane and wiped his sweater sleeve on it. Roy's dark eyes widened.
The fourteen-year-old boy cannot contain his excitement. It was snowing! His mind chanted repeatedly. He must have known it would snow, with the falling temperature and the need to wear warmer clothes. But stress from learning alchemy was taking most of his time; he did not even have time to talk to Riza because of that. Speaking of that girl, he rubbed on the window pane again, and saw her building a snowman as tall as her.
He was so envious. He wanted to play, too! Riza can build snowmen and make snow angels whenever she want, and he, on the other hand, has to make do with studying chemical figures and equations. Still, it was snowing, and Roy would not let anything dampen his mood. He breathed on the window pane and drew a happy face before heading downstairs to drink a cup of hot chocolate.
Aunt Liz was baking an apple pie when he arrived at the kitchen. "Good afternoon dear, don't you have any outerwear?"
Roy stopped walking and raised his eyebrow at the question. "I have some."
"Go change your clothes, then," she replied as she filled the pan with apple slices.
"Why?" He wondered. What was Aunt Liz up to now?
Placing the last apple slice, she looked at him. "You can't just wear that outside, my dear," she glanced at his sweater and sweatpants. "You will freeze to death."
Was she telling him to go out and play outside? Roy shook his head. "Uh, I have alchemy to catch up on, Aunt Liz."
"It's snowing, and you should go out and play with Riza. I know you want to." She smiled as she kneaded the second pie crust.
"Master Hawkeye will get mad at me," he said. Roy badly, badly wanted to play. The terror of seeing Master Hawkeye's head burst into anger was the only thing stopping him to do so.
"He's not here, Roy." Aunt Liz replied. "He is at town buying some alchemy stuff, and he won't be home until later evening."
Master's not here! His mind exclaimed. "But still, Master will get mad at me for playing before answering my take home exercise." Roy did not take off his 'good student façade'.
"And I am your Master's wife; therefore I set the rules, not him," she winked at him. "I will handle him later."
He processed this in his mind for a couple of seconds before his 'good student façade' faded in the cold air. "YES!" he shouted as he ran towards his room. "Thank you, Aunt Liz!"
"No problem," she shouted back, "and for the millionth time, please call me Mom!"
"What are you doing here?" Riza asked as Roy started building his own snowman.
"It was a very fine day and I was just about to plant flowers." He held out his hand to Riza. "Do you want to plant, too? I still have some seeds."
She scoffed. "Very funny," she placed the snowman's 'hands' before continuing. "And as far as I know you should be answering your take home exercise and not procrastinating."
"Hey! Your mother allowed me to procrastinate, and it's awesome," he responded. "How did you know that my activity for today is a take home exercise?"
She just shrugged in reply. "I know things, Roy Mustang."
A minute passed before he spoke. "Are you stalking me?" He asked as they both build their snowmen.
Her face showed disbelief as she spun to look at him. "Why would I stalk you?"
"Oh, easy," Roy straightened his posture, as if he was demonstrating something in front of a crowd. "I have good looks, and unquestionable charms. I am very stalkable."
She rolled her eyes. "Stalkable isn't even a word."
"It is now! I read it somewhere."
"Oh yeah? Where did you read it?" she challenged him.
"The autobiography of Roy Mustang," he smirked.
Her face deadpanned. "You, Mr. Stalkable," Riza cringed at the word. "are so unbelievable." She turned her back on him and continued to ignore him until minutes later she felt a snowball hit the back of her head.
"What was that for?!" She whipped her head around and saw Roy laughing hysterically. "Is this your definition of fun?"
Roy wiped a tear from his eye. "This is my base; that's yours." He pointed at the area behind her. "We are at a snowball war, and the only weapons we can use are snowballs."
"No." Riza replied as she turned around again and ignored him. A snowball hit the back of her head again.
"Will you stop?" she sighed as she faced him.
"Will you just play with me, Ri? It has been a while since we last played." Roy kneeled on the cold ground while pleading. His eyes were closed and his hands were clasped together as if he was praying to some god.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please- oh shit!"
Bull's eye! She threw the snowball straight in his face. It was now Riza's time to laugh as Roy shook his head to remove the snow. "Oh god, Roy. You look ridiculous!" Riza clutched her stomach as she laughed.
"Is this your definition of fun?" Roy repeated her question earlier as he stood up.
She smiled at him, making another snowball. "This is my base; that's yours."
It was a very fine day, indeed.
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