A welcome return for the wicked

[Robyn]

Reaver had returned. Unscaved from the trouble with Riote. Then again he hadn't even gotten involved. The generals needed to get better after all him and several rather good looking footmen had managed to sneak into the back of a returning truck and had endless amounts of fun on the trip home. They had even pinched a few bottles of wine to sample too. Maybe he would pass the message on Dietrich...or not after all then security would be tightened and his vanishing act would go noticed and well the mess that would make would be tiresome.

Relaxing in his bath tub he let the sweet taste of the rose in his glass linger on his tongue before he swallowed. A content sigh as his eyes scanned over the room. It would be more pleasant if a certain other homunculus were to join him. But alas the fellow was either in Amestris or in the arms of that damned vanity. Giving a dry chuckle he chucked the glass at the wall taking a hint of pleasure at the crash it made before he cooed happily sinking down to his nose. The weight of his top hat sitting in its rightful place on his head. Some times this was all one needed to take the edge off.

[Shula Brighton]

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