This particular fic is OC/Riza, written as a reply to a crack prompt from a friend on Tumblr.
Prompt: I want you to write me like one of your french fries is what
It's longer than three sentences though, as will be the next chapter.
"Alright, it's like this—Pretend for a moment that this french fry is you, okay? And this fry is me, and this onion ring is Riza. With me so far?"
"Yes—but I don't see why—"
"No, shoosh. Be quiet. Don't speak. Let me finish with the scenario." The three food items are set slightly apart.
"Leanne—"
"No Cain, shush. Now, this part of the table will be Mustang's office, okay? So we put Riza there, because she's always there—it's sort of ridiculous really, how she plays nanny to him. Honestly. He's almost thirty, he should be able to change his own nappies by now—and you and I will be here, in the library. With me so far?"
"I guess—" The chair creaks as he shift, frowning.
"Good. So, we will walk from the library, over to the office." The two french fries slide across the table towards the onion ring.
"And then when we reach the office, I'll go in and tell her that you want to ask her something—" one fry stops against the onion ring. "And she'll come out to see you." The onion ring moves to the second fry, outside the 'office'.
"But—"
"And then you ask her out. Simple, right?" The two fies and the onion ring are scooped back onto the plate, and smothered in ketchup.
Cain just sighs. This plan'll never work…