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When; Wednesday Evening; 7 o'clock
Rating; PG
Characters; Saya Wallace

repairedbywebs and Roy Mustang

flameroy
Summary; After responding to Roy's question regarding females who have yet to experience dinner out in the City, Saya has responded and Roy of course is more than happy to oblige going out for dinner with Saya - unaware of the fact that she merely needs someone to feed off.
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He hadn't been out on a Dinner date like this for a long time, and really - it was about time that all changed quite frankly. Even with the eyepatch, he knew he was damned attractive, and what had changed really? In fact, things had changed incredibly - only back to the way things had been before. Which was perfect of course. He'd get his head around this place truly in no time, and then he could begin to set balls in motion.

He wore as usual, his general uniform. Although his uniform jacket had taken up a place folded over his arm due to the heat he knew would have subsided by the time the night drew in. The fountain was where he had arranged to meet Saya. Someone he knew literally nothing about. No age, no profession, no knowledge of her allies and enemies. He planned to change that though. Sure, it was a bit of a blind attempt at aquiring himself some new informants - but it was worth the shot of course. Well, time would tell.

His arrival at the fountain was five minutes before the arranged time, and he realised suddenly. He didn't actually know what this lady looked like.

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Appearance was part of her charm, really. Slip on that vintage Chanel; make sure the dark wasn't out of her hair, wear those nice heels that lifted her calves. She had been waiting for someone to invite her to dinner.

It has only been two days but she was hungry, and this man; Roy, well, there was something appealing. Hopefully his blood would be as sweet as his attempt at arranging a date was.

She stepped out into the Square and looked for a man in uniform. Colonels, in her experience, always dressed in uniform for a meal. She stopped him almost at one, smiled what she knew was a winning smile, and made her way over.

He was generally just glancing around the Square, looking out for possibilities for this date he had arranged so quickly. He allowed a neutral look, but an eyebrow arched, and a smile pulled at one side of his mouth when he spotted the young female headed directly for him.

His head tipped slightly when she was close enough to detemine that indeed she was heading for him - he guessed the uniform gave him away - before speaking up.

"Saya?"

She glanced him over and nodded. He wasn't unattractive, for a bag of guts. One lovely eye. A nice smile. Nothing worthy of collecting, and nothing particularly ostentatious. The eyepatch was a classy touch, and she wondered if it was real. The gloves seemed redundant; almost gaudy. If she cared enough, she would remark on fixing it.

His nose did have a lovely little curve. That was worth noticing.

"Colonel Mustang," she said, the smile light in her voice. "What a pleasure."

Lie.

Saya was regarded with the eyes of a ladies man over anything else. She was pretty, and a pleasure to look at - even with one eye. He flexed a hand at his side before bending it and offering his elbow.

The sudden close proximity alerted him to the presence of perfume that he knew instantly was not the kind you bought for everyday use.

"Indeed. Do you like Thai food?" He asked, although he'd begun walking already.

Human custom; the reaction was immediate. She took his elbow and walked at his side, her stride comfortable.

"Thai?" She thought about it; about that boy in Bangkok with the softest skin and the most beautiful elbows she had ever seen. He was spicy, peppery; his elbows had been a trick to get back to the United States. She had managed.

Then there was the girl - tall, slim as a tree branch, but she fought. Adrenaline gave blood a certain sour flavor. Saya rather liked it.

"Yes, I like Thai."

He nodded once, in response to the hand at his elbow, and the repeat of his question.

"Thai it is then." Roy announced, sporting a smile that tweaked his lips only slightly. He knew the general direction of the restuarant he had in mind, and that left them an amount of time to talk.

"So, Saya. You've had the pleasure of being in The City how long?"

As they walked, and as Roy talked, she measured time in her head in the peculiar way that her kind did.

Four flies, three perfect webs, one destroyed, one mauled by a cat, crawlerling, crawlerling, two mosquitoes, bitter, werewolf.

She replied without pause in the conversation, "Four days. But I've already become acquainted with so many new people. How long have you been in the city, Colonel?"

It wasn't difficult to understand why she hadn't been aquainted with a few people already - but four days meant there was still the chance she might have mingled with a few people he needed information on, and it was still early enough for him to stake a claim on her.

"I've been living here for just over 3 months I believe. I do wonder though, if I know any of these aquaintances you've made?"

He slowed his pace ever so slightly. He needed the timing just right. She would tell him who she knew, and then they'd arrive at the Thai Restuarant.

Saya thought things over. She was hungry, and while that made her a little less in control, her patience was a perfect thing. She matched his pace.

"Let me think," she began; truth.

"Well I've met several children; Lyra Silvertongue, Ronald Weasely, Jolly Roger...of all the names...Dr. Allen...something..." her memory was lapsing with names for a moment. Not caring had that effect on her. "Dietrich, Walter Dornez...and Arthur Hellsing."

She didn't forget the most important people, however. "And Bumblebee, of course; he's quite the darling, and Light." Her smile vanished slightly. "And Richard and Anita Zeeman." She was surprised at the acid sound. It was so rare that emotion effect her so.

Roy looked ahead at the entrance to the restuarant ahead of him as Saya spoke, obviously taking the time to process the names that were churned out. It was a shame that none of them sparked his interest more than the last two, but still - Saya was new to the place, and this was probably the perfect time for him to gain her trust...

Her alliances would be new, and she'd still be trying to figure out just who she liked and didn't like.

"Ah. An interesting group of friends." He responded, before taking a step forward and grabbing the door. It opened toward him, and he allowed himself to guide her into the restuarant first. Immediately they were greeted by a waitress, and sat down in what he felt was probably record time.

Saya didn't actually think her group was so interesting. The children were common, except for Jolly, who was too much like her brother for it to be safe. The doctor was a charming kind of asshole; Dietrich and Walter almost negligible in grander scheme of things.

Anita and Richard, however...dogs were all the same.

She loved Bumblebee as much as her acidic little heart could bear. It wasn't real love, not love like the actual emotion, but more like a slurry mix between infinite fascination and endless appeal. Bumblebee was a puzzle she could spend years working out.

And now Roy. She sat, carefully slinking her dress over her lap.

"Wine?" He asked simply, arching his eyebrow at Saya over the top of the menu he held in his hands. He still wore a half smile that was apparently his neutral expression. Saya was awfully quiet, and his mind gave him a number of conclusions - he doubted all of them.

"So, tell me about yourself? Where are you from?"

She tried to remember the wine that she liked the most, and finally she simply nodded and said, "Of course, thank you."

He wanted to know about her. Sometimes prey did that.

"I'm from Namibia, originally; but I was only born there. I grew up in Los Angeles, and moved to New York after I finished school." She watched his face, and noticed he wanted more. Greedy prey. "I'm a mechanical engineer," she finished.

"Why did you join the military?" she asked, finally, toying with her glass, her long fingers jerking like her legs did, sometimes.

He poured some wine in both their glasses the minute that she accepted his offer, and as he set the bottle down he allowed an arm to rest across the table in front of him, watching her curiously. His eyebrow arched at the mention of the places she said she had lived, they sounded like nowhere he'd heard of before.

Mechanical Engineer however, that he was somewhat familiar with.

"I joined the army to achieve my goal." He told shortly, mostly because he'd seen the way her fingers were moving erratically. It was difficult to work this one out.

"Being a State Alchemist made that much easier."

She paused. "You have a lovely eyebrow," she complimented shortly, and her fingers went perfectly still.

She didn't know what a State Alchemist was - but if alchemy did anything to the blood like magic did, he would taste like battery acid. More the pity. Her interest was lost right away.

"Well Colonel," she said, and her hands spasmed slightly, "I cannot help but find it hard to believe that someone so young has achieved a rank so high."

Eyebrow?

Roy's hand came up to his eyepatch, and he pressed his fingertips lightly against it, before completely disregarding the comment and setting both his hands on the table infront of them.

"As hard as it is to believe, it was obviously possible. I suppose it could have been something to do with my ability as an alchemist."

She thought about it, and the less likely it became that she would feed from Roy.

She ordered some food and nodded her head. "I'm sure your talents are quite versatile." She toyed with her wine glass and lifted it to her lips without actually drinking anything. "What exactly is it that you do?"

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