Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: I have to say, I love Black Hayate. He's such a cute dog.
Thirty-three: A Walk
It shouldn't have been that much hassle, really, it shouldn't have. All it was was a simple walk to the shops. One kilometre at most – and another, since she planned to walk back as well, but really not that far! Why did everything have to turn into some great battle?
Gritting her teeth, Riza stopped, keeping the seemingly-innocent puppy in her sights as she caught her breath. A great deal of her blonde hair had fallen out of the pony-tail she had arranged for what had been planned as a jog, and her cheeks were red, contrasting spectacularly with the pallor of the rest of her face.
Not noticing that his owner was out of countenance, Black Hayate – ever the positive little chap – started scampering off, once again, his lead trailing along the ground.
With what in normal people would be considered a groan, but in Riza Hawkeye must have been a sound of determination, Riza started off again, chasing after the mischievous puppy. If dogs were really this much trouble, why did she ever take him home?