Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Part 16 of my Future storyline arc. This one is inspired by personal experience. Unfortunately, I was not the one in Riza's position there . . .
Twenty-one: Confession
The floor of the children's playroom was an amalgamation of cars, soft toys and crayons. A small table and chair set made its home in one corner, over a linoleum mat that had been laid to stop any mess from being stomped into the carpet. Cookie cutters and plastic stamps were strewn over the table-top, only inches from the tray they were supposed to be kept in when they weren't being used. The only thing that didn't appear to be out and making a mess of the room was the oddly absent Play-Doh.
Taken aback by the mess two children could make, Riza stopped in the doorway. One of the chairs for the table set was empty, the other occupied by a small girl with dark hair. Her back was turned to her mother as her hands worked furiously, moving up and down.
"Suri," Riza said, trying to keep the shocked tone out of her voice. "This room is a-!" She cut off, the girl having turned to face Riza with a guilty expression. Little cheeks bulged slightly, and her hands fell away from her mouth. Riza frowned, and glanced at the empty space on the table in front of the girl. "Are you eating the Play-Doh again?"
As Suri shook her head a sliver of blue-and-orange colour showed between her lips.