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So, City. Are we done with the dancing and the hugging and the arrogance now? I can see we're clearly not done with the sparkly, flashy text but I guess we can't be too picky now, can we?
Tch... The jobs this place offers are so beneath me. My fingers feel all weird now. I'm cleaning by alchemy tomorrow, this way is just pathetic...
Taking a shower after this.
[ Private; ]
Still stuck here and still without a real purpose. This is the first time I've not had something to drive myself toward. Of course, I won't deny there's the obvious in trying to keep the Colonel's place still maintained well enough for Al to be fine here and whatever... But it's not challenging anything that's taboo and it's not rocket science.
I should be happy. I should be ecstatic, even. Al is here in his own body even if his memory seems fuzzy still like before. Lieutenant Hawkeye is watching out for us as always. I... really should do something to thank her... What the hell do you do to show gratitude to a woman like her? Ughhhh... I'll think about that later.
Alfons is here too, despite the curse scare when his bullet wound reopened. He can't leave. I know none of us can, really, but... He's dead and there's no returning to his world. But even though he's dead he is still "alive". I should be damn grateful for that. What the hell am I saying, of course I'm grateful.
But it doesn't stop how unsettled I feel here. I need to find a focus. A real focus and outlet. Something constant and challenging. The life we had, Al and I, I think it's doomed any hobby or job I get to seem not very stimulating for me. The mundane should be enough. What the hell is wrong.
I suppose the fact that past enemies don't damn well stay dead and followed us here plays a big part in that unsettled feeling. It feels so demoralising to be washing dishes while there's knowledge that freaks like Envy, Greed and Kimblee are walking these streets. Maybe it's the damn Thunderwitch. Maybe that's a combination.
Hn... Who know. Who cares. Suck it up.
Damn you, Mustang. God damn jerk... I never needed your support while I was in Munich, so why do I feel so nervous in your place now?
Jackass.
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Al. I want to keep you and your dumb cat well fed, so I got a job. Don't ask about it, it's degrading nothing important. It's just to tide things over, this place seems costly.
Ahh... That's a point. This place is kinda big, maybe it'd be worth considering some more room-mates other than you, myself and Kali the dumb cat... Thank about it, tell me what you think. I won't do anything without your okay in this area, got it?
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Hey, you.
Are you feeling better? Are you okay? Don't do that again, you scared me, you asshole! I never want to see that happen again. Got it? Never...
I never did get to drink that coffee. I'm blaming you. Even if it wasn't your fault.
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Tch... The jobs this place offers are so beneath me. My fingers feel all weird now. I'm cleaning by alchemy tomorrow, this way is just pathetic...
Taking a shower after this.
[ Private; ]
Still stuck here and still without a real purpose. This is the first time I've not had something to drive myself toward. Of course, I won't deny there's the obvious in trying to keep the Colonel's place still maintained well enough for Al to be fine here and whatever... But it's not challenging anything that's taboo and it's not rocket science.
I should be happy. I should be ecstatic, even. Al is here in his own body even if his memory seems fuzzy still like before. Lieutenant Hawkeye is watching out for us as always. I... really should do something to thank her... What the hell do you do to show gratitude to a woman like her? Ughhhh... I'll think about that later.
Alfons is here too, despite the curse scare when his bullet wound reopened. He can't leave. I know none of us can, really, but... He's dead and there's no returning to his world. But even though he's dead he is still "alive". I should be damn grateful for that. What the hell am I saying, of course I'm grateful.
But it doesn't stop how unsettled I feel here. I need to find a focus. A real focus and outlet. Something constant and challenging. The life we had, Al and I, I think it's doomed any hobby or job I get to seem not very stimulating for me. The mundane should be enough. What the hell is wrong.
I suppose the fact that past enemies don't damn well stay dead and followed us here plays a big part in that unsettled feeling. It feels so demoralising to be washing dishes while there's knowledge that freaks like Envy, Greed and Kimblee are walking these streets. Maybe it's the damn Thunderwitch. Maybe that's a combination.
Hn... Who know. Who cares. Suck it up.
Damn you, Mustang. God damn jerk... I never needed your support while I was in Munich, so why do I feel so nervous in your place now?
Jackass.
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Al. I want to keep you and your dumb cat well fed, so I got a job. Don't ask about it, it's degrading nothing important. It's just to tide things over, this place seems costly.
Ahh... That's a point. This place is kinda big, maybe it'd be worth considering some more room-mates other than you, myself and Kali the dumb cat... Thank about it, tell me what you think. I won't do anything without your okay in this area, got it?
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[ Filtered; ]
Hey, you.
Are you feeling better? Are you okay? Don't do that again, you scared me, you asshole! I never want to see that happen again. Got it? Never...
I never did get to drink that coffee. I'm blaming you. Even if it wasn't your fault.
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