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.₊̣̇. 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 .₊̣̇.
Days went by and multiple more plans failed, Miles di Angelo's sulking became less severe as he finally accepted that perhaps he would always have the same last name. His friends found that he was back participating in conversations, laughing once again at jokes and jests.
And with the arrival of payday, moods were through the roof.
Roy Mustang, after a long afternoon of cleaning up the Fullmetal Alchemist's mess, decided he wanted to take his boyfriend out to a nice restaurant. 'C'mon, we've barely seen each other these past two weeks,' the man had claimed, besides the fact they literally share a work office.
Although Miles had to admit that Roy had a point. They were usually all over each other, or at the very least had a finger always interlocked, but with Miles' failed attempts at a wedding he had distanced himself from the Colonel for awhile.
It was just that a super expensive restaurant for people who had never worked a day in their lives was not expected from Mr. Go-Home-Eat-Sandwich-And-Sleep. And the the fact that Miles didn't even have a taste for fine dining? He truly preferred cheap foods from local shops.
But they went anyways. With a craziness that had been swarming around the Elric brothers (and in turn the couple), Roy made it clear that he thought a nice sit down place with soft music and hushed conversations was the best option for that Friday night.
"Hello, my name is Thelma, I'll be your server tonight! What can I get for you folks?" The waitress smiled at the two, happy to see a couple that didn't look like siblings or that they were forced into a relationship for money.
"Water, please," Miles immediately requested, simply because of the free price tag.
"What? No," Roy chuckled. Thelma raised an eyebrow in curiosity, glancing to the black-haired man. "He'll take the dark soda. Same here."
"Alright," she shrugged. "I'll be right back with that while you both look at the menu."
As soon as Thelma was walking away, Miles looked to his boyfriend incredulously. "Are you insane? The pop here is three dollars with fifty cent refills!"
"What?" Roy laughed in return. "Don't worry about it! You've seemed stressed lately, I'm just treating you."
"You can treat me by taking your gloves off," the brown-haired boy nodded down to his hands. Roy glanced in the same direction, chuckling nervously when he finally noticed the white garments that stood put from the rest of his casual clothes.
"Sorry, babe. Habit," he excused. Miles simply rolled his eyes as the transmutation circles were stuffed away. They made some more short conversation as they waited for Thelma to return, suddenly being put onto full alert when other customers began to gasp in shock.
At first they though the restaurant was under attack, as they had grown to learn danger was around every corner, but instead when they turned they found a man on one knee, facing a woman who had her hands held up to her face in shock.
At first Miles felt nothing, but as he watched the woman nod her head wildly and the two embrace in enjoy, he felt his heart swell. The restaurant erupted in polite, controlled applause, and everyone quickly went back to their dinner. But Miles couldn't help but stare longer.
And the longing from the previous days returned, except now he found himself somber instead of outright annoyed.
"That's nice," he finally mumbled.
Roy nodded, flipping through the menu. Miles realized he had gotten bored with the couple very quickly, and was now in another world.
"Yeah, sure. Anyways do we want mozzarella sticks or pretzel bites for our appetizer?"
ෆ˟̑*̑˚̑*̑˟̑ෆ i cant believe i had to call it dark pop because i cant just say Coke
anyways if this isnt done by monday then miles has permission to beat the shit out of me
