Riza Hawkeye

It was two in the morning, and Riza had not been able to sleep at all. The earlier events were more potent than caffeine, as was the awareness that he was just down the hall in his own room.

She hadn't really wanted them to go their separate ways, but it was all a little sudden too, so she wasn't sure about anything else either.

But at two in the morning, after several hours of restlessly tossing and turning, only the probability that Ed was sound asleep kept her in her room.

Riza got home from work earlier than usual, and was home before Ed for a change. She still wasn't sure how she was going to fill her boss's stipulation, with no idea what to do or say, and was still pacing and trying to think of something when she heard the sound of keys in the lock.

Location: Amestris, Central
Office of the Duchy of Amestris, held by Edward Elric
(this is the same world that the Roy Mustang who is dating the Anna that ended up in Silent Hill at the Sign is from)

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Riza left the Sin and returned home, heading up to the third floor and into the apartment she shared with Ed.

The very first thing she did upon entering was to walk over to where he sat, and slug him in the upper arm.

"I got a job," she then announced.

Riza Hawkeye was no stranger to high temperatures, having grown up near East City. The sweltering intensity of the desert was familiar enough to her.

Humidity, that was a new factor, one she had very seldom met, and each time, decided she hated it more than the previous encounter.

With the thermometer outside the window pushing toward thirty-seven degrees, she wondered if it was broken, as the climate control in the apartment struggled to keep up with what felt closer to forty-five degrees, or higher. Edward wasn't willing to turn the thermostat down any lower, because the electricity which cooled the apartment was not included in the cost of the rent, and she had yet to go find a job, uncertain what sort of employment would present itself with her meager resume that mostly involved shooting people in the head from long range.

When the worst of the afternoon heat would slack off, out came the fans, and up went the windows, and if she were honest, it didn't feel much different inside the apartment by that time than it was outside.

So she dressed weather-appropriate, by her reckoning, having gone out and acquired a white strappy tank top and rather small shorts, the least amount of clothing she could wear and still feel comfortably decent, and not about to melt.

The fact Edward seemed completely oblivious to everything -- including the heat -- drove her slowly crazy, a condition aggravated by the unrelenting humidity. He still wore long pants and long sleeves, and a vest. Flopped back on the couch and resting the bottom of a glass of ice water against her chest, she glared over at him, wondering how in all the hells that were obviously venting their climate into the Nexus he could still possibly be as comfortable as he somehow managed to look while dressed and buttoned up tight. How did he not melt? This was not fair. Glareglaregrumbleglare.


(note: temperatures are in Celsius)

Most of Riza's childhood had been spent in East City, which was now some sixty miles to the west of her position. It wasn't precisely a desert region, but it lay close enough that the summers always brought a vicious, unrelenting heat which scorched the air and seared her lungs and throat. Even indirect sunlight was blinding and intense, and that was the norm. She grew up knowing that blistering intensity of heat and light, and the Ishbalan desert wasn't much different.

( The landscape offered precious little for windbreaks though, save for the occasional... )