[ she sees the relief wash over him, and it appears...not weird, necessarily. but a bit ridiculous. was he really that worried? was there even, really, a chance she would have said no? riza has to seriously consider that question, really, because despite how obvious the fact that she would always - always - be at roy's side might be, having roy actually ask? have it be said, out loud? that's...different. that's harder. that's...well. she supposes is an accurate enough reason to look so relieved in the fact of a simple dinner.

( is it really simple, though? )

riza sighs all the same, her eyes rolling ever so slightly - again, a familiar enough expression for roy. ]

All bad habits have been brought to your attention, sir. Repetitively. With little to no acknowledgement or correction.

[ and yet, here she is, unable to keep the soft curl of her lips out of the way of a small smile. roy is casual about it all, warm, nudging her shoulder like this had all simply been part of the plan, and riza wants to admit it feels familiar. that all of this is normal. except that it's not, is it? because he bumps his shoulder against her's and the feeling is hot, quick to spread, shooting across her shoulders and down her spine. it's different, but not bad, and riza watches as he indicates she should follow him.

( into hell, if asked. ) ]

Recklessness, tendency towards martyrdom, I would go as far as to mention laziness again.

[ and she begins to walk, falling into step next to him like it's as easy as breathing, like it's the only place she would consider herself to be.

maybe because it is. ]