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incendere(There's a loud, somewhat over dramatic sigh that erupts over the network as the video turns on to reveal a cluttered desk with a few stacks of paperwork.
Roy Mustang is sitting in his chair in the police HQ, twiddling a pen in his hand, staring at a pile of papers in front of him. He glances over to the device, sees that it's on, and then sighs again.)
This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I would join. It seems no matter where I go I won't be able to get rid of them. (He taps a stack with his pen as he looks off to some of the other desks behind him, which all look comparatively empty.) I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, considering the recent relations between Imports and natives, but I can't say the added amount makes it any more enjoyable. Not to mention the amount of dates I've had to reschedule.
Which reminds me, I'm looking for a florist. Despite the amount of small shops that sell flowers in this city, I haven't been able to find any to my liking. Does anybody have any suggestions?
(The sound of approaching footsteps catches Roy's attention. There's a bit of a rumble as yet another stack of paper is dropped on top of the desk in front of him. Roy stares at it in annoyance for a good full minute before:)
EXACTLY HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THROUGH ALL OF THI-- (The feed cuts off)
( Private to Lust, added later )
Roy Mustang is sitting in his chair in the police HQ, twiddling a pen in his hand, staring at a pile of papers in front of him. He glances over to the device, sees that it's on, and then sighs again.)
This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I would join. It seems no matter where I go I won't be able to get rid of them. (He taps a stack with his pen as he looks off to some of the other desks behind him, which all look comparatively empty.) I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, considering the recent relations between Imports and natives, but I can't say the added amount makes it any more enjoyable. Not to mention the amount of dates I've had to reschedule.
Which reminds me, I'm looking for a florist. Despite the amount of small shops that sell flowers in this city, I haven't been able to find any to my liking. Does anybody have any suggestions?
(The sound of approaching footsteps catches Roy's attention. There's a bit of a rumble as yet another stack of paper is dropped on top of the desk in front of him. Roy stares at it in annoyance for a good full minute before:)
EXACTLY HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THROUGH ALL OF THI-- (The feed cuts off)
( Private to Lust, added later )
