It is What it Is (FMA Fanfiction)

Rumors

The next morning, Riza opened her eyes, squinting at the sunlight flooding into the room. After getting up, her hair slightly tousled, she headed to the kitchen.

"Good morning, beautiful."

She looked up to see Roy sitting at a black table, leaning his elbow on its surface. He was resting his head in the palm of his hand, grinning at her like a fool. Three cups sat in front of him, and a kettle of coffee was in the middle of the table. It was obvious he wanted her to drink it with him.

"What are you doing?" Riza asked, slightly unamused, but poured herself a cup of coffee anyway.

"I'm playing the role of a husband. So how's my acting been?" Roy wanted to know. It was clear that he was having a fun time with this charade, perhaps a little too much fun.

"It's good." Riza said after taking a sip of coffee, sitting down at the table.

"Why thank you. I've put a lot a lot of thought and effort into it." Roy smiled, proudly.

"I meant the coffee." Riza told him impassively as she averted her gaze, causing Roy's wall of confidence to crack just a little(not really). "You can actually make something, after all."

"I told you I'm not that bad in the kitchen. It just so happens that I'm better at other things. Besides, you always make me cups of coffee when I request it. I figured I'd at least repay you for one of those cups." Roy admitted, wanting her to know that she was appreciated by him.

Riza gave a small smile in response, undeniably charmed by the gesture. "Thank you, sir."

"I walked down the road to the market and got some groceries, since we're gonna be here for a week and all." Roy told her.

"I see." Riza mused.

"So are we gonna eat out again, or are we going to make something?" Roy inquired for Riza's thoughts.

"Did you get eggs?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Mayonnaise?"

"No... Why...?" Roy was confused.

"Go get it." Riza told him. "Salt, vinegar and mustard too, if they don't have any of that here. I'll make deviled eggs if you get the ingredients."

"Why not just scrambled eggs?" Roy asked, not wanting to go out again just to get some ingredients if he could help it. However, the expectant look on Riza's face made him give in. "Alright, I'm almost done with my coffee anyway. I'll be back in a little while. The eggs are in the fridge in case you want to go ahead and start boiling them."

In truth, Caspar's deviled eggs had given Riza the craving for more. She would have went to get the stuff herself, but she didn't know where the market was, so she figured it would just be more convenient for Roy to do it.

...

Edward woke up in cold sweats, gazing around the bedroom to notice that Riza and Roy had both already got up. He didn't really feel the greatest and his arm hurt like hell to move, but he forced himself to get up anyway, his hair unkempt and flowing down to his shoulders. He headed straight to the bathroom, deciding he didn't feel like bothering to change clothes for the time being.

Locking the door behind him, he slipped off his shirt. Blood had dried into the bandage wrap, sticking to his arm. Slowly, he began to pull it off, hissing as several of the cuts reopened. However, eventually he caved in and turned on the water, Running his arm underneath the sink, he was able to take it off easier.

He was never a fan of wearing bandage wrap for a long period of time, because it was uncomfortable, and irritated his cuts, causing them to itch even more than without it. He only wore the bandage wrap when there was an immediate need. Fortunately, the bleeding didn't appear to be that profuse at this point, so he figured it would be fine to go without it. He threw it in the trash, dabbing at the bleeding spots with some toilet paper until he figured it was calmed down enough. Afterwards, he slipped his shirt back on, before then stepping out of the bathroom.