tampered | Food Shopping for Kisses. // Complete

Food Shopping for Kisses. // Complete

When; Monday 24th December // Christmas Eve
Rating; PG-13 for hardcore snogs? Roy can dream?
Characters; Riza Hawkeye

guardianed and Roy Mustang

flameroy
Summary; The Colonel and First Lieutenant bump into each other whilst busy doing a little last shopping in their spare time. n.n Hopefully, Hawkeye has enough Christmas spirit in her not to pull the gun on Roy?
Log;

Roy was busy. Stood in the middle of an aisle at the nearest food shop close to his apartment building - looking for something edible, easy to cook but healthy enough to feed to a growing teenager - not that he thought the boy needed to grow. He had a feeling that when Alphonse did finally meet his brother, the elder Elric might have a fit after noticing how much taller Al was already.

With a shopping basket in one hand, and the other hand cupping his chin he wandered down the aisle, not paying much attention to where he was walking and looking a little more domesticated than he cared to.

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After having talked to Alphonse about a timely retreat from the outdoors and congratulating herself on not needing to go out today, Hawkeye had been rather disgusted to find that there were several crucial ingredients missing from her refrigerator and she'd need to go out anyways.

She didn't know if she was cursed, but she'd really rather not test it. Really would rather not test it.

Damn the lack of food in her apartment. Anything else and she'd have stayed in anyways.

So she went out, gun clipped to her leg and in her purse, hoping she wouldn't need to use either and attempting to keep in the crowds away from walls and overhangs. This would fail as soon as she had to go into a store, but ...the longer she could keep away from the blasted stuff, the better.

As it stood, Roy was blissfully unaware of any particular curses happening at the moment - he'd been busy in the morning... with a few things and that had meant he hadn't bothered to check the network - and was pleasantly oblivious to any sudden appearance of white and green dotted about here and there. The only thing he had really had on his mind was ensuring he was able to walk through the snow and ice - and trying to keep in mind what Alphonse would want to eat.

His search brought him dangerously close to the entrance of the shop, where they were displaying fresh vegetables - and apparently also fresh mistletoe.

Hawkeye's mind was on quickness, not on stealth. The closest shop would have to do. Get in, grab the two- no, three, things she needed, and escape back into the crowds.

Hand on the door, she spotted a sprig near the top, and broke the thing off, dropping it on the ground. No sense running into someone on the way out.

Really should have kept better track of the state of her fridge.

Opening the door and taking a few quick steps in, prepared to slip past everyone-

"Colonel?"

Oh, this was wonderful, he was walking straight toward a patch. "Careful, sir."

The Colonel was acting much like the Lieutenant, only in reverse. Instead of haste, he had steady thoughts which in turn made his actions slow and deliberate - and instead of being aware of the dangers of the hanging berries, he was completely oblivious.

It was hearing his 'name' that brought his attention across to Hawkeye, and rather than stop instantly, he continued the short walk across to her, a gentle smile across his face.

"Ah. Lieutenant. Caref--? what?"

...He did have to be thick on a day like this.

Pointing above his shoulder at a particularly obvious clump improbably hanging from the lighting, the blonde responded "Some days it does help to check the Network occasionally, sir."

She'd stopped without thinking- and glancing about herself, she moved slightly away from another sprig.

"Curse day."

He stared at her rather cluelessly for a few moments before turning to look in the direction she pointed in. Ah. His lips pursed together suddenly, and in a fashion much like Hawkeye's he took a step to the side away from the sprig she had indicated to him.

"I'll make sure to keep an eye out, Lieutenant. Thank you for the warning." He said clearly, clearing his throat suddenly.

"Mn.. Well.. Shopping?"

"Not a problem." She'd been keeping him out of trouble for years, another warning wouldn't hurt.

Hawkeye nodded. "I wouldn't be out at all, but necessity dictated otherwise. Yourself as well, I see."

A glance down at his shopping basket reminded him of his initial plan and a soft sigh escaped him as he lifted it to indicate that which she already knew.

"Another mouth to feed." He said simply, looking back at her with a slight frown. "Staying safe - good. Mn. Do you think he likes milk?"

"Of course." Hawkeye raised an eyebrow briefly. "I have no idea whether he likes milk or not, sir, you'll have to figure that one out on your own."

The Lieutenant was getting antsy- the mistletoe's propensity to pop up when she wasn't looking not a pleasant thought. This was supposed to be a quick trip, she hadn't meant to run into anyone she knew, let alone...

"I'll be getting on with my shopping, if that's alright, Colonel."

His lips pursed once again at the response he got from his First Lieutenant - in actual fact he had been hoping for something else - but he would have no bright news to report to Alphonse other than a mention of seeing her at the shop.

"Ah. Of course, Lieutenant. Hopefully we won't meet again." He said, with a smirk on his lips.

It was a strange thing to say, unless you considered the circumstances. "...Or something like that."

Her hand had been hovering within her purse, anxiety making her keep one finger on the handle of the gun. She did not want to pull it out. As reassuring as the weight of it in her palm was, she didn't want to need it.

With the way he'd shifted, she would need to pass him to continue into the store. But there was no mistletoe- she was just being jumpy.

So with the final remark of "I'm sure I'll talk to you soon, Colonel", she passed by him.

And several things happened in very quick succession.

One: She saw, out of the very corner of her eye, a flash of green and white sprout out of the ceiling where it had absolutely no right to be.

Two: She watched herself turn and brush her lips against the Colonel's cheek as if she had no control over- no, that was true, she didn't have any control over it.

Three would have to wait while her brain processed item number two.

Goddamn it.

Hawkeye snapped back to herself in time to hear herself mutter angrily "Oh hell."

The smirk on his face was made more prodominant by the simple reaction he got from his First Lieutenant, and it remained there as she passed him up until...

Instantly his cheeks drained of colour and he twisted his head to stare at her with slightly wide eyes, just staring at the blonde.

It was only apparent that he was staring when he heard her mutter, and as his hand lifted to his cheek where Hawkeye's lips had just been.

"Ah."

Running was possibly a good thing to do right now.

"Right. Shopping. Goodbye Lieutenant." He said quickly, hurrying around the corner and away from Hawkeye as quickly as he could manage, pressing his back against the shelves to peer around the corner, checking to see if she would give chase...

If she hadn't been in public she would have shot that damn mistletoe.

Hell.

Her brain still hadn't processed item number two. It was stuck on the reaction of "Oh hell." and stubbornly refused to move on, much as she still remained rooted to the spot.

Had she... She had. Oh hell.

She wanted nothing more than to flee the scene as he obviously had- but she still needed food. Damn, double-damn, and hell.

This would be the quickest shopping trip she'd ever taken.

His hand was still glued to his lips, and only when he was satisfied that he wouldn't be chased by a gun-toting Lieutenant did he relax visibly, removing his hand to inspect it as if he might have some kind of residue on his fingertips.

Hawkeye's...

A light cough left his throat, and with another check around the corner to see whether Hawkeye had a gun in her hand he was left feeling quite safe from harm.

Still, he'd really have to watch out for that Mistletoe...

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