Report 038 - [Accidental Video]

[followstheflame]

[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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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[He'd heard the crash from in his bedroom, and was up almost straight away. Riza hadn't been home long, and despite his distinct knowledge that she was completely capable of looking after herself he worried easily. He almost tripped over something on the way, and just stared when he got into the kitchen, sighing softly at the mess.]

Ah, no... You dropped it?

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[followstheflame]

[This was stupid. It was just one finger. And not even her thumb! She should be able to function normally. This was stupid!

Riza doesn't say anything as Roy comes to check on her, the fact that she's picking up the large broken pieces of the plate obvious enough as to what happened.]

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[He knew what it was to be ignored by Riza in the face of something obvious. Shaking his head, he tugged his trousers up slightly to allow himself to crouch down near her, gently picking up the pieces.]

Accidents happen.

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[followstheflame]

...You'll cut yourself.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

It's only the larger bits.

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[followstheflame]

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

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[followstheflame]

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

I've lost my appetite.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

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

I can make you something?

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[followstheflame]

I'm not hungry.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

You need to eat, Riza.

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[followstheflame]

[Huff. Pigheadedness, remember?]

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[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?

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[followstheflame]

[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.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[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?

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[followstheflame]

[God, he's relentless.]

Really, don't trouble yourself.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[followstheflame]

[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.]

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[followstheflame]

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

You just wasted food.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

[Two can play your game, Riza.]

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

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[followstheflame]

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

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

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?]

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[followstheflame]

[Sigh.]

It's not that.

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[general-mustang.livejournal.com]

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

What is it then?