Hands in Mah Pockets, Thinkin' About Stuff [Open!]

[snapsforyou.livejournal.com]

You know, I don't think I've sat through an election before, Roy thinks, pacing slowly down the hallway from the Sensoriums.

His tie is loose, though he's forgotten that he had loosened it while sparring. His sleeves are also rolled up, and though he is aware of this alteration to his proper dress, the heat of this level of the ship has gotten to him. The choice to leave them as they are seems odd to him, and he's worrying about them rather abstractedly. Of course, he's still thinking about the election, as well as a myriad other bothersome, minuscule things, so don't mind him if he doesn't notice you coming around the corner.

It probably doesn't help that his eyes are, oddly enough, trained on the ceiling.

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your adorkable, jsyk. :|

[carrycorpses.livejournal.com]

The sheepish behavior is consequently worrying your First Lieutenant, so if you don't want her dragging your arse to the Sensoriums, as suggested... And, yes, you did, Roy. One most wonder if it was for a certain reason or just to bother Havoc. The loud shooting was more than enough to inform you that something was wrong, you just chose to be smug and ignore it.

"Hardly, Colonel. You are very well capable of denying or accepting my requests. After all, as your subordinate I can't very well tell you what to do," but that tone certainly implies they both knew who was in charge there.

I think you mean "you're", Little Miss Grammar. <3

[snapsforyou.livejournal.com]

Fine. He'll make an effort to be a complete ass in the future so as to assuage your worries. And it probably had a lot to do with bothering Havoc, yes. He did not, in fact, hear the loud shooting, as the firing range was not in the path between the office, the exit, and whatever restaurant he was attending that particular night.

Which is exactly why he sighs again and folds his partially bare arms across his chest.

"You tend to do a decent job of doing just that on a regular basis, actually. Need I mention the mountains of paperwork you all but forced me to do?"

shut up you. /goes to cry in a corner.

[carrycorpses.livejournal.com]

That would make her feel so much more at home. Havoc was fun to tease, that much is true, but still, Riza just believes it was his attempt at annoying the team as a whole. Which was the exact reason she used a gun loud enough for him to hear in the office, always. Havoc commented on it once.

If Riza smirked, she might have. Shaking her head, she looked at the man squarely.

"Unfortunately, you really didn't make it a choice. And as by the time you got to them it wasn't until the day they were due, it would appear as if my attempts were futile."

Looove~

[snapsforyou.livejournal.com]

Well, color him surprised. He was convinced that was the sound of the firing squad practicing.

"It was my best effort to assert my independence as your commanding officer that I did that. I apologize if it made you feel inadequate." As he says this, he raises that eyebrow again (him and that goddamned eyebrow) and smirks one of his more bastardly smirks. He is most definitely teasing you, Riza.

Not feeling it~

[carrycorpses.livejournal.com]

Never. The firing squad disappears whenever they see her. Which isn't all too untrue, people have left when she went in the firing range [canonly] back in Amestris.

Riza ways her own eyebrow at the remark, his words hardly causing anything on the front. She could take his teasing. "I was under the impression that it was merely your fear of anything that remotely resembled paperwork," came the easy response. Was it just as teasing? Only you would know, Roy.

:<

[snapsforyou.livejournal.com]

Well then. If Roy had bothered to pay attention to the firing squad's habits, he would have been well aware of the situation. Unfortunately, he was too busy being awesome to notice.

He sniffs, shifting the arms folded across his chest .

"Well, you were mistaken. Any fear I may have showed for paperwork was merely a charade to further my efforts." He sounds utterly convince that he is telling the truth, which he most definitely is not.