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Buried up to the neck and suffocating.

Jul 31, 2010 00:42

Characters: Maes Hughes and Roy Mustang.
Location: Training grounds.
Rating: PG? PG-13? You know what, no. Everything's going to be happy. Smack a G on this thing.
Time: August 27th, morning.
Description: A dead man and his old friend Hughes meet again. Not under the planned circumstances.

( For lack of a better thing to say: continue. )

roy mustang, maes hughes

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Hughes, you're eternally difficult to tag. T_T thewarisover August 17 2010, 13:29:00 UTC

"I'll think it through a little more, and tell you what I come up with. If the group isn't necessary, there are always other things to do."

It was a while, though, before he could bring himself to reply to that last one, though. A measured amount of silence, spent glancing down at the man beside him. Someone who was supposed to be gone.

"...It sure has."

Roy. Right back. ;A; everyonecried August 18 2010, 00:21:40 UTC

He felt the gaze, but he didn't acknowledge or look over to it - sometimes, things like that were just better off left to themselves. Sometimes. That, and he had to give a small hum, noise of acknowledgment, to the 'other things to be done.'

A silence.

And then he scoffed, leaned far back on one hand, the other rubbing across his face. "Geez. I want to say it's... funny, but--" Hah. Definitely not.

Aw, man. He shouldn't have been bringing this up. Well...

Well.

thewarisover August 18 2010, 14:36:46 UTC

"But it isn't."

Soft and quiet, attempting to reveal nothing. He could get better at this with time. If he HAD time, anyhow.

everyonecried August 20 2010, 02:27:14 UTC

"Not at all. Not. At. All."

Still had to laugh, though, didn't they? Eh, well; his shoulders weren't shaking. Sitting still in the continually quiet morning, that was all. He'd keep on smiling, nonetheless.

And after a moment, spread the fingers enough to look over at Roy.

"Hey, you're going to want to watch that cigarette."

thewarisover August 20 2010, 03:25:59 UTC

Wha...? Oh. Another wasted stick, it seemed. Should he bother with another one? The nicotine helped keep him on his toes, and lord knows he needed to the energy for the training session. For the rest of the day.

Headache again, now that the cigarette haze was fading and that more things have been said. Could he say anything, though, that'd distract Hughes from fussing over him? Likely not - the man was horribly single-minded when it came to certain matters.

Might as well admit it for himself, then.

"I should probably try and get some sleep after we're done here."

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