Layla was still out at the mall that afternoon after receiving the notice that the ball that had been planned for that evening had been canceled, leaving her pretty much in the lurch because she had spent several hours with Shiki and Miharu the other day looking for outfits, and now they'd all have to be returned.
Well at least it seemed that Kio wasn't the only person out, though he didn't know about the cancellation since he wasn't invited in the first place. Though he guessed she was bringing them back for a reason, he ventured over. "Need some help with those?"
So this was a "mall." Roy wondered briefly why it was called that. Why would anyone call a market or a shopping boulevard something that sounded like the word for what bears did to unwary hikers? But names aside, the place had shops, and that was what mattered. Shops meant policemen and clerks, and surely someone would be able to tell him where the closest military base was.
And that aside, he might be able to find a cartographer's if he was lucky.
He approached the entrance, passed another shopper, and did a double-take, eyebrows up in surprise.
"Oh -- it's you! The one who gives painting lessons, right?"
Kio looked at the man that had stopped him, the voice seemed a little familiar though the face wasn't one that he recognized from the art lessions, "Hai, Kaido Kio. I work at the Artist Emporium." Suddenly he remembered someone asking him about lessons and figured this must have been the person who asked, smiling he held out his hand to the other, "I don't think I got your name the other day."
With an answering smile, Roy took the man's hand firmly, opened his mouth -- and hesitated. He knew his name, or, rather, he knew the name that others said was his, but even thought he clung to it as the only clue to his identity, it still wasn't natural to say it aloud. It just didn't feel like it was really his.
" -- Roy Mustang," he said, hoping the young man wouldn't notice his two-second lapse. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kaido. Is Artist Emporium the name of your gallery, or is it a shop...?"
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And that aside, he might be able to find a cartographer's if he was lucky.
He approached the entrance, passed another shopper, and did a double-take, eyebrows up in surprise.
"Oh -- it's you! The one who gives painting lessons, right?"
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" -- Roy Mustang," he said, hoping the young man wouldn't notice his two-second lapse. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kaido. Is Artist Emporium the name of your gallery, or is it a shop...?"
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