[Close] One day, this guy will be in a good mood.

[ceilingitou]

Characters: Kamotaro Itou, Roy Mustang
Content: Itou likes work and being in bad moods. Roy likes bugging that type.
Setting: Navigation room
Time: Before Victoria leaves for wherever
Warnings: Sulking.

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[thewarisover]

He had not seem Kamotaro Itou around for days now.

That was not particularly surprising, in retrospect, but things had been slow and Roy was in need of a little entertainment. As such, the alchemist was making his way over to the navigation room at that moment, hands in his pockets, whistling a tune.

He didn't bother to knock - he just opened the door and peeked in to see if Itou was there. Just his luck~

"Have you eaten anything at all, sir?"

[ceilingitou]

Itou glanced up at the intruder when the door opened, bent at the waist over a large map over the even larger desk spread out in the middle of the room. He had been in the middle of drawing a particularly long line and didn't move aside from the glance, hands keeping the pencil and ruler firm down on the desk.

"Mustang. And no, I haven't."

That was probably the most civil he'd been to the major in a while. The past days of working had calmed his temper down significantly, plus the information that Mustang was testing him.

[thewarisover]

"Huh. You ought to. Francis might cry if you die in here."

Roy invited himself right in, shutting the door behind him, eying the map as he approached.

[ceilingitou]

"I ate this morning." Or Francis would truly have cried at him. "There's no need to worry, I have a fairly good eating habit."

And then he was finishing off that line, straightening up from his earlier position to peer at it. Off by a degree. He started erasing the line.

[thewarisover]

"Do you? You don't seem like the type."

Roy hopped right up on the desk, watching the other man work, totally ignoring the fact that there were chairs around.

[ceilingitou]

"I try to stay healthy," he replied curtly, wondering if Mustang would understand what that meant, what with the last time he got sick. "Will you get off the desk?"

Still, he just moved the paper away and resumed what he was doing.

[thewarisover]

...And he moved his paper anyway. The man was learning.

Roy bent over just a little, studying the map. Brought back memories, they did, some of the names of the towns.

[ceilingitou]

Or just not out looking for stress, for the first time in a while. That, or he was just particularly focused on his job, but Mustang was free to take that was he would.

"Hold that side down," he instructed, tucking the pencil behind his ear as he spread out the paper again and set the four-foot long ruler down. This would be easier with two people, even if he was fine being alone. He rather liked having the office to himself.

[thewarisover]

Roy dutifully followed the man's instructions, amused at how Itou looked almost... content. Strange, to see that sort of expression on the other.

[ceilingitou]

He took the ruler away when he was done lining the particular path, nodding to himself in satisfaction. Even Mustang couldn't annoy this out of him.

"It would be better if we had a concrete destination already," he murmured, rolling this one up and tucking it in a rack of similar tall rolls, all marked with different destinations.

[thewarisover]

"No word from the top yet?"

Roy had not heard anything himself, although he figured, with Itou's maneuvering, that perhaps the man might have known beforehand somehow.

[ceilingitou]

"The Admiral has been busy with other things." Not entirely of his doing. "And between the two of us, he's a difficult captain to please and changes his mind ever so often."

Itou pulled another large sheet of thin, white paper over the map and started pinning it on the desk. "Why are you here, Mustang?"

[thewarisover]

"Here to see you, of course."

[ceilingitou]

The navigator only sighed and set down to work, glancing at his list of likely places that they were going to and choosing a random one.

[thewarisover]

Roy went over Itou's choices himself, realizing, yet again, why someone like the navigator was around. He had brains, or at least he worked hard enough to keep himself a couple of cuts above the rest.

"Hum. Been to some of those places before."

[ceilingitou]

"You would be, if you're a Major at your age. What are you, twenty two? Twenty three?" He didn't look up, pencils rolling around as he smoothened the sheet over again and erased lines.