Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: This is the second last one. This'll all be finished by tonight - what a strange idea!
Ninety-nine: Welcome Home
Returning home after a hard day at work always put Riza in automatic mode. She'd drive – or walk – home on autopilot, ignoring the pain in her legs, if they had been out doing rounds of the city that day. When she arrived at home, she'd bathe, dress, cook, and eat out of habit rather than any particular desire to do so. Then, after a page or two of her book – mind you, this was a particular strenuous day – she'd settle down for the night and crawl into her bed thankfully.
Things weren't so easy when she had a dog. He needed to be fed, and he liked to have company and be company, which was fine if he was calm about it, but other nights he was restless and Riza just didn't have the patience to play. But he was adorable, and obedient, and she found herself warming more and more to Hayate the longer she had him. At least now she had someone to welcome her home each night.