Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: This is where they start getting longer :P My brain decided I needed some plot, I think.
Seven: Crime and Punishment
Riza Hawkeye was unlocking the door to her apartment when she heard the crash from inside. She paused, clenching her jaw, and walked in briskly, shutting the door behind her. When she entered her kitchen, she came to a halt.
"Hayate, heel!"
The dog stopped prancing around her frustrated friend and the smashed plates on the floor, and trotted over happily, standing readily at her feet for further instruction. He managed to step in the mess of spaghetti on the tiles along his way, and tracked the mess further.
"Roy, if you can't control a puppy for fifteen minutes, I don't know how you manage to control your office for a whole day." She sent a meaningful look at him, and stooped to pick up her dog, wincing at the sauce on his paws. "I'm going to clean Hayate so he doesn't make this worse. I expect you to clean this up, and fix those plates."
Mustang sighed and bent down to draw an alchemical array in the sauce – quite like finger-painting. As Riza turned to head to the bathroom, she heard him mutter that Hayate made most of the mess. She bit her lip, trying not to think about how much mess that meant Mustang made on his own.