[CLOSED] Not exactly a cat, but...
Characters: Greta Izuru and Kamotaro Itou
Content: Greta visits Itou after the mage invasion in the Victoria.
Setting: Itou's quarters
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: N-nothing. Really!
Itou didn't think he was sick, but he did acknowledge the unfortunate fact that he was indeed in a lot of pain. His head ached from the previous effort of moving faster than his curse allowed, and all that... screaming. His throat also hurt, not to mention the some dozen bruises and scrapes from trying to take down mages in his state. On a normal day, he would have been wiser and taken a step back from the fighting, but the second curse had pretty much shot his logic out the window.
He blinked fuzzily at his surroundings and wished it had been a normal day. Or that at least he hadn't lost his glasses. Itou buried himself deep under his blankets and wished the world to go away, slamming a hand down on his journal to cut off that Mustang's messages. Damn pest.
(He really should go to the infirmary sometime soon, but first, sleep.)
Content: Greta visits Itou after the mage invasion in the Victoria.
Setting: Itou's quarters
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: N-nothing. Really!
Itou didn't think he was sick, but he did acknowledge the unfortunate fact that he was indeed in a lot of pain. His head ached from the previous effort of moving faster than his curse allowed, and all that... screaming. His throat also hurt, not to mention the some dozen bruises and scrapes from trying to take down mages in his state. On a normal day, he would have been wiser and taken a step back from the fighting, but the second curse had pretty much shot his logic out the window.
He blinked fuzzily at his surroundings and wished it had been a normal day. Or that at least he hadn't lost his glasses. Itou buried himself deep under his blankets and wished the world to go away, slamming a hand down on his journal to cut off that Mustang's messages. Damn pest.
(He really should go to the infirmary sometime soon, but first, sleep.)