General Mustang's House - Central, Amestris

[tricksy_spy]

Aly investigated the house as she waited for Roy to finish shaving.  It was almost funny how barren the house was, how it was completely devoid of any personality.  She thought little of Amestrian architecture already, but seeing the inside of this so-called 'furnished house' made her wonder just how sad and cold the lower officers' quarters were

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[light_a_spark]

All smooth again (not that his five o'clock shadow was all that impressive), Roy found Aly in his study. He leaned his shoulder against the door frame, watching her investigate the room. "There aren't any secret compartments," he told her, "if that's what you're looking for."

[tricksy_spy]

"How do you know?" she asked, still focused on her investigation.

[light_a_spark]

"Because I checked," he said with amusement. "Is it to your liking?"

[tricksy_spy]

Aly snorted. "Last I checked you were a soldier, not a spy."