LOG :: Completed
Characters: Roy Mustang general_mustang in Kenpachi's body, and Alphonse Elric bloodseal_soul in Roy's body
When: Just after This
Where: Whipstaff
Rating: PG
Summary: Al needs a shave! Roy's not having any of that, practice on your own face, AL!
Alphonse: [Al wrinkles his nose a bit as Mustang, in Kenpachi's body, rubs on the shaving lather. Evidently he's ticklish even in Roy's form.]
Hey, ah... Colonel? Mind if I ask you a question?
Roy: [His lips press together slightly at the twitching, and he sincerely hopes Alphonse will try hard not to move when he actually pulls the razor out. At the question he looks at Al with an arched eyebrow that doesn't suit him at the moment.]
... You can ask, but I can't guarantee I'll give you an answer.
Alphonse: [Al glances up, but it's dizzying, so he just fixes his eyes on "his" own face in the mirror, helpfully mimicking the expression Roy was going for.]
Ehrm... how do you deal with stress?
Roy: [He looks down at Al for a moment, and then at the mirror, pursing his lips and fighting off a smirk - it wouldn't look good anyway.]
Stress...? [He thinks for a moment, a wonderful procrastinator, his fingers come up to his chin, rubbing gently.] There are a few things I do... depending on the stress. You're feeling stressed?
Alphonse: [Alphonse nods, his eyes a bit wider than how Roy normally has them, which makes him look oddly younger.]
Yes. And just... in a bad mood in general, lately. Is there a good way to deal with that?
Roy: [He looks at himself... Alphonse in the mirror for a while before sighing, and running some water in the sink, wetting the razor for possibly too long as he considers the question.]
You've probably been asked before... but do you talk about things you find stressful?
[A hum, and he looks himse--Al in the eyes before pulling the razor up close, tipping his own head, and lifting his other hand to Al's chin, turning it up slightly.]
Alphonse: [That silence is evidently almost too long for Al, because he begin to fidget just a little, though he becomes very still and half-closes his eyes when Roy's fingers guide him.]
... no, not really. Once in a very long while. But I'd rather not bother anybody, you know? [He falls silent and goes utterly still for the razor.]
Roy: [He sighs at Al's response, but goes to shave away the cream, finding it easy enough, but odd to feel the contours of his face from another perspective.]
Maes will kill me... but, how much do you like Brandy?
[He doesn't move his hand from Al's face, but turns to wash the blade before returning to him. It's a little odd, the act of shaving someone else is quite intimate...]
Alphonse: [Al blinks widely, lips lightly pressed together -- though the familiar expression that's normally on Al's face looks slightly funny and oddly cute on Roy's, before he sighs.]
To be honest, I kinda hate it. I act too strange on it. I don't know if it'd be the same in your body, but... still.
[Al falls silent again, closing his eyes to try and ignore the odd feeling of the blade sliding over his skin.]
Roy: [He actually chuckled, although again it didn't sound quite right, before continuing his task as he spoke.]
Well, then we'll just have to find a drink that you do enjoy. Or, find something else to ease the stress...
[He pauses, looks at Al curiously before shaking his head.] How long have you had your body back?
Alphonse: [Al gives a long-suffering little sigh.]
I have to wonder why everyone's so keen on seeing me drink. I'd prefer to find another way...
[Al blinks at the question, then thinks a moment.] Since the very end of July. ... over nine months now.
Roy: [He's still smiling to himself thanks to the sigh, light, even amidst the severity of their conversation]
Well, then perhaps you should talk about things with someone over a non-alcoholic drink?
[There were other suggestions on his mind, mostly to do with Ed, but something told him that their relationship was a touchy subject... how much did those boys share, he didn't know.] Nine months... Not too long, really.
Alphonse: [Alphonse nods a little, though all his movements are contained to when Roy isn't busy with his face.]
That might work... but I really hate bothering people, and I don't want to seem like I need to be taken care of. I'm not used to doing that sort of thing anyway. You know my brother and I... we never really sat down and talked when we were feeling bad.
[He nods a little.] It seems like a short time... and forever.
Roy: [He sighed, and spent a little while longer making sure Al's face was rid of stubble, frowning slightly once in a while.]
You and Ed never needed to talk about these things. You were going through the same thing... It's a little different now.
[Taking a step back, he smiled, drained the water in the sink and motioned for him to stand, running the water again and tapping the sink edge.] Wash the rest of that stuff off.
Alphonse: ... I hope he doesn't feel like I'm abandoning him... because I don't tell him everything any more.
[Al's eyes watch him carefully, and he obediently leans forwards, washing off the rest of the shaving cream, giving the mirror a little smile. It seems oddly subdued, like he's deep in thought.]
Roy: [He turns away as Al washes, looking back when he's stood up again, eyes wandering slightly. Did he put weight on? Al's words make him snap back, and he sighs.]
I really doubt your brother would hold it against you. I would suggest talking to him, however. You can always trust him...
Alphonse: [Al's expression is suddenly, and oddly closed as he turns back, leaning back against the sink for a moment, thinking it over.]
I don't ever doubt that I can trust him. It's him UNDERSTANDING that's the problem.
[A sudden silence, and then Al looks quickly up with a smile.] Thanks for helping me with this. Let's go see if we can find Yacchi. I have cookies and lemonade, if you'd like some.
Roy: [Not convinced, to put it bluntly. He takes a deep breath, but lets it out slowly nodding at him, and turning back to the sink.]
I'm sure she'll like that... I'll clean up and be with you... and we'll talk more later. [Cue serious!look]
Alphonse: [At first, Al seems a little surprised, but then his smile betrays how touched he is that the Colonel is taking the time for him. Other than Maes, there's very little fatherly influence in his life.]
That's fine with me.
Roy: [There's something a little odd about the moment, and with a laugh he shoos Al away, turning to clean up. His gaze catches the mirror, and he sighs heavily, turning his head away to look at the PCD, realising it's on and picking it up before sighing once more and turning it off.]
When: Just after This
Where: Whipstaff
Rating: PG
Summary: Al needs a shave! Roy's not having any of that, practice on your own face, AL!
Alphonse: [Al wrinkles his nose a bit as Mustang, in Kenpachi's body, rubs on the shaving lather. Evidently he's ticklish even in Roy's form.]
Hey, ah... Colonel? Mind if I ask you a question?
Roy: [His lips press together slightly at the twitching, and he sincerely hopes Alphonse will try hard not to move when he actually pulls the razor out. At the question he looks at Al with an arched eyebrow that doesn't suit him at the moment.]
... You can ask, but I can't guarantee I'll give you an answer.
Alphonse: [Al glances up, but it's dizzying, so he just fixes his eyes on "his" own face in the mirror, helpfully mimicking the expression Roy was going for.]
Ehrm... how do you deal with stress?
Roy: [He looks down at Al for a moment, and then at the mirror, pursing his lips and fighting off a smirk - it wouldn't look good anyway.]
Stress...? [He thinks for a moment, a wonderful procrastinator, his fingers come up to his chin, rubbing gently.] There are a few things I do... depending on the stress. You're feeling stressed?
Alphonse: [Alphonse nods, his eyes a bit wider than how Roy normally has them, which makes him look oddly younger.]
Yes. And just... in a bad mood in general, lately. Is there a good way to deal with that?
Roy: [He looks at himself... Alphonse in the mirror for a while before sighing, and running some water in the sink, wetting the razor for possibly too long as he considers the question.]
You've probably been asked before... but do you talk about things you find stressful?
[A hum, and he looks himse--Al in the eyes before pulling the razor up close, tipping his own head, and lifting his other hand to Al's chin, turning it up slightly.]
Alphonse: [That silence is evidently almost too long for Al, because he begin to fidget just a little, though he becomes very still and half-closes his eyes when Roy's fingers guide him.]
... no, not really. Once in a very long while. But I'd rather not bother anybody, you know? [He falls silent and goes utterly still for the razor.]
Roy: [He sighs at Al's response, but goes to shave away the cream, finding it easy enough, but odd to feel the contours of his face from another perspective.]
Maes will kill me... but, how much do you like Brandy?
[He doesn't move his hand from Al's face, but turns to wash the blade before returning to him. It's a little odd, the act of shaving someone else is quite intimate...]
Alphonse: [Al blinks widely, lips lightly pressed together -- though the familiar expression that's normally on Al's face looks slightly funny and oddly cute on Roy's, before he sighs.]
To be honest, I kinda hate it. I act too strange on it. I don't know if it'd be the same in your body, but... still.
[Al falls silent again, closing his eyes to try and ignore the odd feeling of the blade sliding over his skin.]
Roy: [He actually chuckled, although again it didn't sound quite right, before continuing his task as he spoke.]
Well, then we'll just have to find a drink that you do enjoy. Or, find something else to ease the stress...
[He pauses, looks at Al curiously before shaking his head.] How long have you had your body back?
Alphonse: [Al gives a long-suffering little sigh.]
I have to wonder why everyone's so keen on seeing me drink. I'd prefer to find another way...
[Al blinks at the question, then thinks a moment.] Since the very end of July. ... over nine months now.
Roy: [He's still smiling to himself thanks to the sigh, light, even amidst the severity of their conversation]
Well, then perhaps you should talk about things with someone over a non-alcoholic drink?
[There were other suggestions on his mind, mostly to do with Ed, but something told him that their relationship was a touchy subject... how much did those boys share, he didn't know.] Nine months... Not too long, really.
Alphonse: [Alphonse nods a little, though all his movements are contained to when Roy isn't busy with his face.]
That might work... but I really hate bothering people, and I don't want to seem like I need to be taken care of. I'm not used to doing that sort of thing anyway. You know my brother and I... we never really sat down and talked when we were feeling bad.
[He nods a little.] It seems like a short time... and forever.
Roy: [He sighed, and spent a little while longer making sure Al's face was rid of stubble, frowning slightly once in a while.]
You and Ed never needed to talk about these things. You were going through the same thing... It's a little different now.
[Taking a step back, he smiled, drained the water in the sink and motioned for him to stand, running the water again and tapping the sink edge.] Wash the rest of that stuff off.
Alphonse: ... I hope he doesn't feel like I'm abandoning him... because I don't tell him everything any more.
[Al's eyes watch him carefully, and he obediently leans forwards, washing off the rest of the shaving cream, giving the mirror a little smile. It seems oddly subdued, like he's deep in thought.]
Roy: [He turns away as Al washes, looking back when he's stood up again, eyes wandering slightly. Did he put weight on? Al's words make him snap back, and he sighs.]
I really doubt your brother would hold it against you. I would suggest talking to him, however. You can always trust him...
Alphonse: [Al's expression is suddenly, and oddly closed as he turns back, leaning back against the sink for a moment, thinking it over.]
I don't ever doubt that I can trust him. It's him UNDERSTANDING that's the problem.
[A sudden silence, and then Al looks quickly up with a smile.] Thanks for helping me with this. Let's go see if we can find Yacchi. I have cookies and lemonade, if you'd like some.
Roy: [Not convinced, to put it bluntly. He takes a deep breath, but lets it out slowly nodding at him, and turning back to the sink.]
I'm sure she'll like that... I'll clean up and be with you... and we'll talk more later. [Cue serious!look]
Alphonse: [At first, Al seems a little surprised, but then his smile betrays how touched he is that the Colonel is taking the time for him. Other than Maes, there's very little fatherly influence in his life.]
That's fine with me.
Roy: [There's something a little odd about the moment, and with a laugh he shoos Al away, turning to clean up. His gaze catches the mirror, and he sighs heavily, turning his head away to look at the PCD, realising it's on and picking it up before sighing once more and turning it off.]