[ the relief is palpable. roy has faced off against monsters, immortality, death, war . . . but that was likely the most terrifying thing he had ever been through. and while she says yes, it's her body language that really sets roy at least. the crossing of her arms, the arch of her eyebrows, the dryness of her tone. it truly is okay, and roy is suddenly cognizant of the proximity. and the way the hair falls into her eyes, and it's getting . . . longer . . .
focus. ]
Good.
[ warmly, and, without missing a beat, roy continues. ]
Any bad habits that I need to fix would surely have been brought to my attention by now.
[ as he turns, and gently nudges his shoulder against hers, indicating she should follow. he did say he wanted to go for a walk, and being siderailed aside, he did want to explore more. now, he can do so in a much better mood. ]
Impulsivity, arrogance, being too stubborn. Laziness, procrastination. Impatience. Having a temper. Am I missing any?
[ the more he goes on, the more he realizes he owes riza several dinners, for tolerating him . . . but he can work his way up to that amount of groveling when he makes his way to taking her out to dinner. ]
[ 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.
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focus. ]
Good.
[ warmly, and, without missing a beat, roy continues. ]
Any bad habits that I need to fix would surely have been brought to my attention by now.
[ as he turns, and gently nudges his shoulder against hers, indicating she should follow. he did say he wanted to go for a walk, and being siderailed aside, he did want to explore more. now, he can do so in a much better mood. ]
Impulsivity, arrogance, being too stubborn. Laziness, procrastination. Impatience. Having a temper. Am I missing any?
[ the more he goes on, the more he realizes he owes riza several dinners, for tolerating him . . . but he can work his way up to that amount of groveling when he makes his way to taking her out to dinner. ]
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( 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. ]