[ As Roy inched closer, Riza subtly scanned the immediate area for surprise acquaintances or dignitaries Fuhrer Grumman tasked them to look out for. What she wouldn't admit out loud was to how the more intimate gestures (that she was gradually getting used to), sent her blood racing, and sent her mind to places way outside anything that might be construed as "duty". ]
I'm managing, as always.
[ At the least, she hasn't found reason to take out the gun hidden under her dress. She eased easily against him -- comfortable, but not too close as to be considered scandalous. If anything, it would only look like Roy Mustang was hitting on a random blonde woman, if they weren't used to Hawkeye looking the way she did that evening: her hair down, set in soft curls and gathered over one shoulder.
She might not have seen that mischievous look, but she can hear it in his voice. She turned her head, though not quite looking at him -- ]
Have you engaged yourself to games or after party drinks?
[ She has to make sure that no one would come looking for him and wonder too much over a... prolonged absence. ]
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I'm managing, as always.
[ At the least, she hasn't found reason to take out the gun hidden under her dress. She eased easily against him -- comfortable, but not too close as to be considered scandalous. If anything, it would only look like Roy Mustang was hitting on a random blonde woman, if they weren't used to Hawkeye looking the way she did that evening: her hair down, set in soft curls and gathered over one shoulder.
She might not have seen that mischievous look, but she can hear it in his voice. She turned her head, though not quite looking at him -- ]
Have you engaged yourself to games or after party drinks?
[ She has to make sure that no one would come looking for him and wonder too much over a... prolonged absence. ]