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[Riza is annoyed.  Now that last week was over, she realizes how much this week sucks.

Hence the image of the bed in her and Roy's room.  Yes, she has untucked all the sheets and rolled them up onto the mattress.]


They smell of smoke and sex and I will not sleep on them until I can only smell soap and your sweat and tears.

[Have a Look.  This message is meant for one person and you know who you are.]

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Date: 2011-03-01 01:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[A sigh, and he looks up at the mirror, glad to be able to see you in it, Riza.

Wounded puppy dog look, get?]

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Date: 2011-03-01 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[---Oh for the love of--

A sigh, and he rubs his face, leaving his hand over his eyes.]


It's not like I had any choice about this, Riza.

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Date: 2011-03-01 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[He understands that it hurts. Of course it does. They forgot about one another, and he finds it difficult to believe that she and Spike didn't... he can barely think it.

When he speaks, he almost wishes he didn't. He can hear the desperation in his voice, the dryness of his throat, the fear.]


Riza...

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Date: 2011-03-01 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[He doesn't know why hearing that is so soothing for a while, but his shoulders sink, and he can't help the bittersweet smile.

Carefully, he stands up again, reaching out his hand as if to squeeze her shoulder... only to recoil on second thought.]


I'll... let you have some space.

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Date: 2011-03-01 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[He froze when he heard that, looking back over at her. There are so many thoughts in his head right now, but there at the forefront is the need to keep her by his side. Losing Riza... it's incomprehensible.

Instead, he just sits back down.]


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Date: 2011-03-01 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[It takes him a few moments of his own to act, reaching out both his hands to her, head dipped, eyes up to find her own.]

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Date: 2011-03-01 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[It's a simple gesture, and he feels sure that she's going to hit him after, but he just can't help himself. In a moment, he tugs her hands to pull her up to stand - in the same beat he gets up too, arms moving around her shoulders to hug her tight to his chest.]

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Date: 2011-03-01 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[Well... he should know not to be surprised by her with things like this anymore.

Head tipped, he leans in to kiss her cheek.]

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Date: 2011-03-01 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[He just wants to hold her. A little longer, probably until she gets annoyed with him and pushes him away - but that's okay.]

I love you, too.

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Date: 2011-03-01 10:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
... I don't like the akwardness.

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Date: 2011-03-01 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[There's a soft laugh, and he lifts a hand to ruffle his hair gently.]

Finished brushing your hair now?

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Date: 2011-03-01 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] general-mustang.livejournal.com
[He backs up just enough to smile at her, hands back on her shoulders, rubbing gently.]

Tea, then?

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