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When; Thursday 21st June
Rating; PG
Characters; Roy

flameroy,Hughes

hawkeyedsoldier
Summary; Roy's elated that his best friend, and ~~First Lieutenant~~... ~~Potential Girlfriend~~... Riza are here with him, and he takes them both out for a walk through the gardens to see the beauty hiding in the City. He probably expects they'll all go for something to eat after, if Riza doesn't kill Hughes for telling Roy to get married soon.
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Roy was reclined on the sofa in their living room. Laptop on his knees, feet up on his desk and his arms spanned out across the sofa's edge. It was weird, that both Riza and Maes were only meters away, but he'd had to post on the Network about their walk. He was smiling rather broadly actually, and he had to remind himself that Maes didn't have a single idea about how drastically his and Riza's relationship had developed, literally overnight.

The grin was unmovable, so he closed the lid of the laptop and let his head fall back to rest on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Life was too good to him.

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Life was too hard for him. Just how was he supposed to go everyday without the prospect of Elysia's happy giggle to liven up his day? Instead he was faced with neighing, Roy moping around and...well...at least the ticking had gone now and Roy had been rather un-mopey recently. It was strange. And Hughes did not trust that this change of heart had just happened over night on its own. There were outside forces at work and he was determined to figure out just what these 'outside forces' were made up of.

So far he had crossed out the possibilities of drugs, children (Roy, in all his sensibility seemed to dislike children...it was just unbelievable), possible marriage (he seemed to dislike that even more, and Hughes had yet to figure out why), more unicorns and that was as far as his list had grown as of yet.

And so he walked up to Roy, sat down opposite him with a notepad and pen and began to research.

First the eyes. They were almost shining with happiness. Then the relaxed position, then the laptop nearby, then the glow...Hughes scribbled furiously away. What the hell was going on with his friend?

Roy was aware that Maes had sat himself down opposite him, but for a few minutes he refused to make any move that confirmed his awareness of Hughes' presence. Until he heard the scribbling of pen.

Leaning up with a stretch, Roy brought his hands down onto the laptop and moved it from his knees, looking over at Hughes with a smile.

"Fancy going for a walk a little later?" He asked, as if there was nothing different in the world.

Hughes almost cracked his pen open in surprise. He quickly relaxed his hand around it and took a few deep breaths before he passed out from shock. Then he blinked at Roy silently for a few moments before quickly returning to his pad.

'Roy OFFERING to go for a walk. Has the world flipped upside down?'

'Fact #1: Roy not acting like himself.

Fact #2: Roy in another world.

Fact #3: Roy without my personal help for a while.

Question #1: Roy's possible impending mental instability?'

Hughes clicked his tongue and looked up at Roy again before shrugging slightly. "I'm still getting used to the surrounding area. A walk might help a bit actually." And whilst we're out I can observe you outside your natural habitat.

Roy was far too interested in his thoughts to realise that Hughes was actually attempting to analyse him. He hadn't seen Riza since she'd gone to sleep last night, and he had been torn between going to knock on her door, or just going about his usual business. He had been thankful for the Network if he were honest, but now he was just anticipating her arrival from downstairs.

What if she regretted ever saying anything she'd said last night?

He shook the thought from his mind, deciding that perhaps, he ought to just be pleased with the way things had gone.

"Good answer." He said, slowly standing to his feet, smile still plastered across his face. "Would you like a drink?" He asked, looking over at Maes as he moved behind the kitchen counter. It was so nice to have housemates.

Roy was smiling too much. It put Hughes on edge. So much so that he almost forgot to write down a few more lines of notes before standing up and joining his friend over beside the kitchen area. He carefully stuck his notepad in his pocket and fitted the pen behind one ear.

He couldn't just leave it lying about where anyone could find it, it was filled with serious inscriminating evidence.

Hughes almost replied a negative to the drink but couldn't resist and so merely nodded his consent, leaning in close to discover if Roy's cheek muscles were twitching from withstanding so much strain recently.

...Maybe he was giddy from pain?

"Are you...sore? Hurt anywhere? Suffering from any discomfort?" He got out his notepad in preparation for any answer.

Riza had never been much for research, but she had to admit that reading the older entries on the Network had become quite addictive. As she made her way up the stairs she could hear Roy's voice and another one replying to it... A voice she'd thought she'd never hear again. She peered into the main room almost shyly and confirmed her suspicions. Yes, that was Maes Hughes, all right.

She didn't say anything, just watched the two interact, slightly amused. Until Hughes started talking about pain. ...What? That didn't make any sense... Had something happened?

Roy laughed at his friend, pushing him away from himself with his palm pressed into his chest.

"Maes, I'm fine. I have no pain, hurt, or discomfort, alright? Now, what are you having to drink?" He asked, opening the fridge and kneeling down to grab a bottle of milk, standing and taking a glance at the stairs... He'd been doing that pretty much every five minutes since Riza had mentioned she would be coming up soon. if it were possible, his grin widened, and he set the bottle on the counter, hand resting on top of it.

"Good Morning."

Roy was smiling at the wall? Had he repainted? Had he really gone insane? Hughes was tempted to write something again but instead dismissed the idea as idiocy when he saw Lieutenant Colonel (wait, was she still a Lieutenant Colonel?) Hawkeye. He grinned widely, his smile almost matching his friend's.

Should he be flippant? Serious? It all made his head spin. How did one act with one's friend's love interest when one has been dead for a while? He didn't even know if he had died before Riza had been taken out of their world. It all just compiled together to give him one fierce headache. So instead of doing anything overtly hard he gave a half-salute, half-wave.

"Yo, Riza! When did you arrive?"

"...Maes," Riza greeted a bit numbly. It was still a little hard to believe. "Good to see you again. I just got in yesterday."

Riza returned Roy's good morning and flicked her gaze back to Hughes.

"How long have you been here?"

Roy noticed the look in Riza's face, and had a huge desire to go over there and comfort her. Instead he took down three cups from one of his cupboards, and pulled the instant coffee jar towards him, placing some in his own cup. He interrupted the two of them only briefly, unable to look at Riza.

He didn't want a repeat of last night's attempts.

"Coffee both of you? Or something else?"

Hughes' smile failed a little at the idea of instant coffee. Gracia had always made it with beans...but then again Gracia was currently in another world. Which was good because she was with Elysia. Heaving a sigh Hughes took in Riza's expressions and was given an answer to his earlier question. So...he had been dead to her to. It was a hard pill to swallow.

Something was positive about this situation however. He noticed Riza. He noticed Roy. He noticed the looks. He didn't even have to sum up his thoughts in his notebook, it was written clearly over their faces. For anyone who would see it.

"I guess I'll have coffee."

Riza cocked an eyebrow at Hughes. She could see the way he was looking at her and Roy and decided that he hadn't changed a bit.

"Coffee's fine, thank you," Riza said, biting off the instinctual 'sir' at the end. She was never going to get used to this.

Roy nodded as the two of them requested their drinks. He flicked on the kettle, put fair amounts of coffee into each cup, and set some milk and sugar on the counter with them leaning against the counter with his arms folded on top of it to look between Hughes and Riza. The quiet was too much for him.

"This City does take some getting used to... Possibly I'm lucky for having been here the longest?" He suggested, turning as the kettle boiled. He poured water into the cups, put milk and sugar in one, offering the spoon to Maes next to him.

"I'm glad how thngs have turned out though.."

"I'm getting there," Hughes replied, taking the spoon. Pouring in a generous dose of milk Hughes then began putting teaspoon after teaspoon of sugar into his cup. If Elysia were here she'd be complaining after the bitter smell of coffee and if Gracia were here she'd be warning him after his teeth rotting...It was enough to make him miss home fiercely for a moment before he forcefully shoved all the alien thoughts away.

Okay, he was here for now and he had to make the best of it. Smiling to himself he passed over the spoon and got out his pen and notepad again, turning to another page and writing in capslocked letters,

'THE PLAN TO GET ROY MARRIED'

Under that he wrote, 'Needed, Two Subjects: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye.'

His smile grew wider as he cheerfully placed a tick next to their names.

Riza frowned at Hughes as he scribbled on his notepad. Just what the hell was he writing, anyway?

...Part of her was afraid to find out.

"When are we going out?" she asked. She had to admit, she was rather eager to see the rest of the City. It seemed incredibly fascinating thus far.

Roy sighed, apparently nothing he did was good for Riza. He noticed Maes scribbling in his notebook, but chose to ignore the action. Lifting his slightly cooled coffee to his lips.

"After this?" He asked, able to look straight at Riza now she didn't have that sad look in her eyes. Ah, he could stand there for hours.

'Step #1: Get Riza and Roy out of the house. Then ABANDON THEM.'

"Yes, going out now would be a great idea!" Hughes slammed down his coffee and made straight for the door, barely stopping to grab his coat (his coat? Roy's coat? Who cared~?) and then opening the door. He fully expected them to be behind them when he turned round and was fairly put out when they hadn't moved.

"...Well? Are you coming? We're missing sunlight!"

Riza blinked at Hughes' sudden flurry of movement, but nodded and fell in line behind him.

"Did the notebook tell you it was time to go?" she quipped.

Roy stared down at his coffee cup, before setting it down with the others and walking over with a non-amused expression on his face. He reached up for his coat, before remembering Hughes was wearing it. Shaking his head he walked behind them.

"Go on then, Maes." He announced, walking close enough to Riza so that he could place his hand gently on the small of her back to usher he forwards after Hughes, whether she was going or not. He hadn't been able to help the gesture.

"...The notebook...what...don't be silly of course not." He paused for a minute, "Who told you that? Wait...no. Of course it doesn't talk." He laughed, rather too loudly than the occasion warranted as he walked out of the door, placing himself several feet in the lead.

And so began OPERATION: Roy/Riza Match, aka Get Roy Married Off to the First Girl Available so He Can Start to Enjoy Fatherhood Already.

He all but rubbed his hands in anticipation, already plotting ahead to what he could do.

Riza raised her eyebrows at Hughes, more than a little suspicious, but chose to say nothing. Instead she moved in front of Roy as directed, taking advantage of Hughes' position facing away to slip her arms around Roy's waist and sliding it away as she walked past him. She hoped he appreciated that, because she wasn't ready to do much else in the presence of someone else.

Ah. That was more like it.

Roy smiled at the gesture, unable to keep the same smirk he had been wearing earlier from his face. He followed the other two from the door, reaching round to close the door behind them, he caught up to Riza, walking beside her as the descended the stairs.

He was so tempted to do any number of things, but to stop himself he pocketed his hands. Wandering after Hughes until they reached the door from the building.

"Would you tell us if the notebook starts talking to you?"

What? Of course he ~~wouldn't~~ would. "I'd burn it." Maybe. Unless it told him things about Elysia, Gracia, how to get Roy married, how to stop evil homunculi, how to thwart the higher ups in the military etc. Anything useful.

"...Or I'd get you to burn it." Because he didn't have match. Or a lighter. They were dangerous things to have around Elysia.

Once they'd reach the outside Hughes stopped, trying not to look behind him but confused as to what to do. He'd only been out once or twice since getting here and where did Roy wish to go? He needed somewhere preferrably romantic or...well...anywhere really. Maybe alleyways. Then he could pretend to get lost and...unless he really did get lost. In which case the plan became void because he wouldn't be able to bring out the preferred outcome.

"Which way should I go?"

"Why don't we let Roy lead the way?" Riza suggested, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. "Out of the three of us, he's the only one who actually knows the way, after all."

She was beginning to wonder if it had been wise, going out with the two of them. Hopefully they wouldn't end up giving up on finding the garden and go to a bar or something...

Roy looked across at Riza and raised an eyebrow, pointing in a random direction, even by his assumptions and began to walk that way, making sure his hands were securely in his pockets before walking between Hughes and Riza, deciding that now they were walking towards something that looked like the gardens he'd ventured into for a few minutes in his first week here, it was time for some kind of conversation.

"They don't have a government or military here... I was wondering whether it was something we ought to change..."

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