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Log :: Complete
When; July 10th, Late afternoon/evening :: Backdated
Rating; PG
Characters; Roy Mustang![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flameroy and Riza Hawkeye guardianed
Summary;Roy requested a 'walk' with Riza in order to actually see her, and also they probably have a lot to talk about.
Log;
Roy had slammed his laptop shut the minute he'd left a message for Hawkeye. There wasn't much point in moving the computer into his room to make sure no one read anything he'd written. Hughes had a tendency to just go and help himself anyway, whether he locked it up or not. It was barely a minute by the time he had his coat on, and he was making his way towards the centre of the city - hands calmly placed in his pockets of course he had his gloves on too, though he'd had to locate them first. Maes had hidden them in the fridge this time. Perhaps he meant to make them so cold that they were ineffective? Either way, that didn't matter anymore. Afterall, the telltale grin on his lips was the product of thoughts of his First Lieutenant.
Rating; PG
Characters; Roy Mustang
flameroy and Riza Hawkeye guardianed Summary;Roy requested a 'walk' with Riza in order to actually see her, and also they probably have a lot to talk about.
Log;
Roy had slammed his laptop shut the minute he'd left a message for Hawkeye. There wasn't much point in moving the computer into his room to make sure no one read anything he'd written. Hughes had a tendency to just go and help himself anyway, whether he locked it up or not. It was barely a minute by the time he had his coat on, and he was making his way towards the centre of the city - hands calmly placed in his pockets of course he had his gloves on too, though he'd had to locate them first. Maes had hidden them in the fridge this time. Perhaps he meant to make them so cold that they were ineffective? Either way, that didn't matter anymore. Afterall, the telltale grin on his lips was the product of thoughts of his First Lieutenant.