# 36 Dog
Being jealous of a dog is not a good look.
He was considered a dog of the military and could deal with that. It was something he had grown to accept. Besides, dogs were amazing creatures! They were loved! Loyal! Obedient! Truly the best pets one could even bother to care for. So why was he so annoyed with the mutt sitting at his feet? Riza came walking into the bedroom, rubbing her hair dry with a towel when her eyes fell on the colonel, sitting at the end of her bed glaring down at Black Hayate, who stared back at him, his head cocked to the side. Letting out a sigh, she decided to entertain a conversation.
"Why are you looking at my dog like that, sir?" she asked. He looked up from the puppy and at his subordinate.
"Where is he sleeping tonight? Surely not in the bed with us?" She had just adopted the puppy and had him toilet trained in merely five swift gun shots, but surely she wasn't going to cave in with the bed. Especially on a night he was sleeping over. Riza looked thoughtfully at the bundle of fur sitting on the floor. He looked back at her, his stubby tail wagging.
"I have to make him a bed out of something," she started. Roy nodded as he stood up. "But I suppose maybe one night wouldn't hurt too much." The man froze and looked over his shoulder at her as she bent down and picked up the puppy. The small dog nuzzled against her. Roy scowled. Being jealous of a dog is not a good look, Mustang. He thought to himself. He walked over and looked at her with the 'Are you serious' expression and Riza raised an eyebrow.
"I don't like this. It's like sharing a bed with a child…"
"Good practice for your future, wouldn't you say?" Roy blinked in confusion and watched as she placed Hayate on the edge of the bed and instructed him that for one night he would able to sleep in that specific spot. When she walked out of the room, Roy huffed and looked stubbornly over at the dog.
"Don't get too use to this, dog, because there are going to be nights you're not allowed anywhere near this room…. Although I was hoping tonight would be one of them." He grumbled as he began to undress. Hayate just wagged his tail. That night had been an overall interesting night, with Black Hayate finding his way between Riza and Roy at some point and waking up in the morning curled up on the Alchemist's chest as he lay sprawled out on one side of the bed.
It became a habit every time Roy came over for a night. The man found he didn't mind.