[ it has been an exhausting string of days - with half the circle sick with a kind of uneasy sickness that caused not only a fever, but hallucinations and a whole slew of other symptoms, riza has been in overdrive. especially between roy, which is a handful and then some when it comes to being sick, and then everyone else it's a good thing that riza is used to being exhausted, used to working through that exhaustion, sleeping odd hours here and there and making it work towards her advantages.
on this particular hour, riza is out restocking supplies. she had plans to take a few towels and some food over to shiro and keith, to check that their fever hasn't gotten worse. there are a list of others she could probably also check in with, people she needs to ask, to look into, but she's trying to gauge just how long roy will be asleep before she needs to head back.
when the device buzzes, she knows her time is up, and riza takes a moment to reset her schedule. to pick up another pack of supplies as she reaches down for her phone, preparing to scold him for being awake, or to tell him it's fine, she'll be back in a few minutes, he just needs to be pat-
there are two taps, at first, and then a brief pause. not that riza needs much more than that. all she hears is two taps, and her blood runs cold, every piece of what she'd been thinking falling away. what was going on? why was he messaging her in code? what was happening? she listens, frozen to the spot in the middle of the hallway, listening.
he doesn't even get through the first two letters of the last word before riza is taking off - sprinting with a kind of energy that comes only with panic. whatever supplies she'd been holding are gone, to the point that it's honestly a blessing she even has her device.
not even five minutes later (four and thirty six seconds, if anyone wanted to be technical) riza is wrenching open the door to their room, her eyes wide as she hovers there a second, her eyes adjusting from the low lighting of the hallway to the darkness in the room. an irrational panic in her spikes at that (what if what if what if) before she sees roy's form in the corner of the room, on his bed. when she speaks, her voice just barely shakes. part of her recognizes she probably should have tried harder to steady it, but a larger part realizes that might not have helped. that he would be able to tell anyway. ]
Roy?
[ general doesn't come natural, for what feels like the first time, as she waits to hear back from him before stepping further inside. ]
hey how about fuck you.
on this particular hour, riza is out restocking supplies. she had plans to take a few towels and some food over to shiro and keith, to check that their fever hasn't gotten worse. there are a list of others she could probably also check in with, people she needs to ask, to look into, but she's trying to gauge just how long roy will be asleep before she needs to head back.
when the device buzzes, she knows her time is up, and riza takes a moment to reset her schedule. to pick up another pack of supplies as she reaches down for her phone, preparing to scold him for being awake, or to tell him it's fine, she'll be back in a few minutes, he just needs to be pat-
there are two taps, at first, and then a brief pause. not that riza needs much more than that. all she hears is two taps, and her blood runs cold, every piece of what she'd been thinking falling away. what was going on? why was he messaging her in code? what was happening? she listens, frozen to the spot in the middle of the hallway, listening.
he doesn't even get through the first two letters of the last word before riza is taking off - sprinting with a kind of energy that comes only with panic. whatever supplies she'd been holding are gone, to the point that it's honestly a blessing she even has her device.
not even five minutes later (four and thirty six seconds, if anyone wanted to be technical) riza is wrenching open the door to their room, her eyes wide as she hovers there a second, her eyes adjusting from the low lighting of the hallway to the darkness in the room. an irrational panic in her spikes at that (what if what if what if) before she sees roy's form in the corner of the room, on his bed. when she speaks, her voice just barely shakes. part of her recognizes she probably should have tried harder to steady it, but a larger part realizes that might not have helped. that he would be able to tell anyway. ]
Roy?
[ general doesn't come natural, for what feels like the first time, as she waits to hear back from him before stepping further inside. ]