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Report 038 - [Accidental Video]

[The PCD suddenly flickers to life and shows part of the bottom of some cupboards, as well as Riza reaching to grab something from inside, her left hand pressed against the countertop to balance herself. But when she pulls out the plate, the balance of her hold is all wrong and it slips from her marred hand. She jumps back and out of view of the PCD, and a crash is heard just off screen.]

...Shit.

[There are a few moments of silence and then it can be assumed that she starts cleaning up the broken plate.]

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[Hands full of plate pieces, Riza stands and throws them out.]

[He sighs, standing to his feet and throwing out the few pieces in his hands. Without a word, he moved to take a plate out of the cupboard for her, setting it on the side without a word.]

[It's sweet what he's doing, but.]

I've lost my appetite.

[He really doesn't mean to give you that look, Riza. He just can't help it.]

I can make you something?

I'm not hungry.

You need to eat, Riza.

[Huff. Pigheadedness, remember?]

[Have a sigh, and a determined man who is going to feed his girlfriend. Whether she likes it or not. The cupboards open, he's obviously searching for something.]

How about a sandwich? Or we have some soup?

[She leans against the counter and crosses her arms, making sure to hide her missing finger.]

I ate soup enough to last me another lifetime.

[He looked over at her briefly, amused by the way her arms were folded across her chest. Not enough to chuckle at her, though. He valued his life.]

Sandwich it is then. Cheese?

[God, he's relentless.]

Really, don't trouble yourself.

[He doesn't say a word, working around her to prepare them both some sandwiches. By the time he's done, and there's enough for the two of them he walks by her - plate in one hand, catching her good hand in the other and tugging her off to the couch.]

[Rolling her eyes, Riza has no choice but to go with him. Still, her stubbornness is impressive and she makes no move to do much of anything.]

[He sat down the moment they got to the couch, letting go of her before he began to think of tugging her down with him. Then, with the plate of sandwiches neatly in his lap he folded his arms across his chest. If she wasn't going to eat, then neither would he.]

[...He wouldn't eat either? What a child.]

You just wasted food.

[Two can play your game, Riza.]

Technically, you did. I made them for you, because you need to eat.

I told you not to bother. It's not my fault you don't listen.

You're seriously telling me that you're letting something as unimportant as a broken plate affect your speedy recovery?

[and matched with a level stare. Or is that a frown? A glare?]

[Sigh.]

It's not that.

[The look is gone, and his voice is soft when he asks.]

What is it then?

[She looks away, embarrassed.]

...I'm useless.

[He sighs, gently moving his hand up and over her shoulder, tugging her against him.]

Say that again, and I'll fire you.

[She goes stiff in his hold, but doesn't pull away.]

Then fire me. This isn't Amestris, anyway.

[Well. He hadn't expected her to say that. That wasn't something he ever thought he'd hear from her - and why should it be? They had a promise, and neither of them would dare break that, not in Amestris, not in Adstringendum.]

No.

[He muttered the word softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek and moving his plate from his lap to the sofa beside him, now-free arm moving to slip around her waist.]

Riza...

[She still didn't look at him, but felt her lower lip tremble, betraying her coldness. Biting down on it, she willed herself not to cry over a stupid finger.]

I'm fine.

[But her voice shook just slightly.]

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