Riza petted Black Hayate as she rubbed the back of his head as she waited for Roy to knock her door. As if by routine she had a pot of tea boiling, if not she had bought a bottle of whiskey just in case he didn't care for tea. Although, she mused as she watched the kettle boil, she would insist of the tea first. Out of habit she tied her hair up in
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