Derp Tales (aka. In which Galatea tries to provide counceling for the stubborn)

[ignite_the_sky]

Who: Roy Mustang (ignite_the_sky) and Galatea visionblessing
When: A day. Sometime after the Broadcast mind event.
Where: Galatea's shiny new office/room in the Patrol HQ
Format: Paragraph (feel free to change cos I'm not picky)
What: Galatea's getting her first counseling visit! Too bad it has to come in the form of someone who's kept himself carefully tucked away behind

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[visionblessing]

The fortunate upside for Roy in this scenario was that at least Galatea wouldn't be able to tell if he didn't meet her gaze-- at least, not that she would ever let on

[ignite_the_sky]

The voice that came from behind the closed door made him wince inwardly. He'd rather hoped she'd have been busy, but evidently that didn't seem to be the case. At least this way, he didn't have to slink out so soon while trying to avoid his Lieutenant; she was the reason he hadn't worn his uniform, after all -it made it too difficult to blend in and he didn't want her catching him. She couldn't find out about this. His pride wouldn't be able to handle it.

There was a moment's hesitation before he opened the door and entered, head down, eyes fixed on the floor as he closed it again behind him, leaning heavily against it. He kept his voice low, unsure of how to proceed or where to even begin. How was he supposed to start? What did he say? Was there something he was supposed to do?

"Y-You're Galatea, correct?"

This was it. He couldn't run away now.

[visionblessing]

The voice was familiar, although she had yet to place precisely where from. His movements were of interest - the lean against the door, the seemingly agitated twist of his voice. Her head tilted slight, just slightly as she considered. He seemed nervous, or at least hesitant, of being here. Slowly Galatea leaned forward, and indicated the chair on the opposite side of the desk. There were a couple more situated in the corner, all overstuffed and extremely comfortable (at Galatea's insistence - for the well being of her clients, of course.) "That is correct, yes. Would you care to sit, or prefer to stand?"

For once, all trace of teasing and mockery was out of her voice. Admittedly, she had taken on the position with motivations that were not entirely altruistic, but now that the task was at hand, she would fulfill it. Anatole was to be her new home for a while, and it's people were thus her wards. "How might I assist?"

[ignite_the_sky]

"Actually, I'd almost rather curl up in a corner or set myself on fire," he mumbled as his gaze flitted everywhere but to the woman herself. This was harder than he'd thought it would be.

Forcing himself to calm down -she wasn't going to sacrifice him for anything and she wasn't a homunculus- he took a deep breath and raised his head slightly. Before he told her anything at all, there was one question he needed to know the answer to... because if she turned out to be too close after all, he was as good as gone. "How well do you know Riza Hawkeye?"