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mayfield_rpg2012-04-10 08:54 pm
canhasfuhrer) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-10 08:54 pm
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Action - 5725 Cunningham Lane - Morning - for Riza Hawkeye
[How long has it been? A month? A month and a half? Far too long since the Valentines debacle, which makes it far too long since he's had a normal conversation with his subordinate. To call the air between them 'tense' would be an understatement. It's not the same kind of tense as with Olivier - they're certainly not in danger of killing each other anytime soon - but they hardly seem like the same duo they were previously.]
[Sure, things are still professional between them. After all, they're nothing if not professionals. But that underlying warmth, the banter, the familiarity - it's vanished away, leaving only an awkwardness that Roy Mustang refuses to bear one minute further. He's a Colonel. He's the future Fuhrer of Amestris]
[And he will not let his life be dictated by awkwardness and inaction. Not when there's something he can do. Unfortunately, with the way they've been avoiding each other, that something is to wake up ungodly early, grab a chair, and sit himself in it blocking the exit to their bedroom.]
[Let the waiting game begin]
Action - Evening - Grocery Store - Open
[Mustang's out and about doing some grocery shopping! Not that he really cares, he's just throwing TV dinners into a basket without a care in the world. Funny though - that massive bandage wasn't on his right hand yesterday. Once his cart is properly stacked, he nods at it happily]
That should do for another week.
[How long has it been? A month? A month and a half? Far too long since the Valentines debacle, which makes it far too long since he's had a normal conversation with his subordinate. To call the air between them 'tense' would be an understatement. It's not the same kind of tense as with Olivier - they're certainly not in danger of killing each other anytime soon - but they hardly seem like the same duo they were previously.]
[Sure, things are still professional between them. After all, they're nothing if not professionals. But that underlying warmth, the banter, the familiarity - it's vanished away, leaving only an awkwardness that Roy Mustang refuses to bear one minute further. He's a Colonel. He's the future Fuhrer of Amestris]
[And he will not let his life be dictated by awkwardness and inaction. Not when there's something he can do. Unfortunately, with the way they've been avoiding each other, that something is to wake up ungodly early, grab a chair, and sit himself in it blocking the exit to their bedroom.]
[Let the waiting game begin]
Action - Evening - Grocery Store - Open
[Mustang's out and about doing some grocery shopping! Not that he really cares, he's just throwing TV dinners into a basket without a care in the world. Funny though - that massive bandage wasn't on his right hand yesterday. Once his cart is properly stacked, he nods at it happily]
That should do for another week.
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[With that, she rolls her cart to another aisle.]