Name(s): Winry, Godot Location: Ravenclaw Tower Week: 30 Time: Uh. I truly have no idea what day this is. Let's say Monday, to be simple. In the evening some time. Rating: PG
Sitting in his office, Godot didn't take a sip from the cup of coffee resting on his desk. It sat there, cooling, as it had for the last few minutes. His hand rested by the journal entry where he had been talking to Mia, although the conversation hadn't done much to put his mind at ease. Rather, it merely stirred up the muddy waters a little more.
He had left his door unlocked, awaiting the girl's arrival with a growing sense of dread. "Come in," Godot called out, voice calm and collected as ever, easily heard over the jazz he had quietly playing.
Was he Godot now? Or would this girl catch a glimpse of Diego?
"Winry," he replied simply. The economy of words might be enough to show he was feeling somewhat uncomfortable if someone knew him well, but the fact was this kid has only discovered his name over the journals a short while ago. The professor knew her, of course. Sasuke seemed fond of the girl. That was something, then. "You weaved through the maze all right?"
Still, he wasn't quite looking at her, and suddenly the scrutiny that his mask received and he usually brushed off dismissively was very... uncomfortable. "How can I help you, amiga?"
[OOC: I got your message but for some reason LJ wouldn't let me reply. But basically - that sounds cool. He's probably be tense initially though, what with the needing the toasterface to be able to see at all, and everything.
Oh, random - in a couple of his nomask!icons there's his canon!scar? But he doesn't have that in SW. At least not yet. Just a heads up in case the icons were confusing.]
"I got lost once or twice, but I figured it out in the end." Winry cocked her head to the side, scrutinising the mask. Her sense of the socially appropriate had a tendency to diminish when she was faced with a new piece of metal.
"I was hoping..." She trailed off, eyebrows twitching together slightly. "The design of you mask looks like something I've seen before." She mentally scrolled through one of the many lists she kept in her mind, perusing the files on odd metalwork design.
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He had left his door unlocked, awaiting the girl's arrival with a growing sense of dread. "Come in," Godot called out, voice calm and collected as ever, easily heard over the jazz he had quietly playing.
Was he Godot now? Or would this girl catch a glimpse of Diego?
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She knocked on the door, pushing it open after receiving permission. "Hello, Professor," she said easily, smiling happily.
She spotted the mask immediately. It was difficult to miss, being on his face and all. It looked sort of like a toaster.
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Still, he wasn't quite looking at her, and suddenly the scrutiny that his mask received and he usually brushed off dismissively was very... uncomfortable. "How can I help you, amiga?"
[OOC: I got your message but for some reason LJ wouldn't let me reply. But basically - that sounds cool. He's probably be tense initially though, what with the needing the toasterface to be able to see at all, and everything.
Oh, random - in a couple of his nomask!icons there's his canon!scar? But he doesn't have that in SW. At least not yet. Just a heads up in case the icons were confusing.]
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"I was hoping..." She trailed off, eyebrows twitching together slightly. "The design of you mask looks like something I've seen before." She mentally scrolled through one of the many lists she kept in her mind, perusing the files on odd metalwork design.
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