Private FMA Roleplay

[LilyVanVamp]

"I doubt it. If he was willing to do that he wouldn't have made me come in at all today. Technically I didn't have to come back to work for a few more days..."

[Princess Noshwash]

"Oh...How come the Colonel is making you stop smoking?"

[LilyVanVamp]

"It was something about...him not wanting to incur the troubles, or paperwork, of having one less subordinate and him not wanting me to smoke myself into an early grave...And because he doesn't like it I suppose."

[Princess Noshwash]

"Oh, that's nice of the Colonel to care so much about you," Fuery smiled in return, perceiving it only as good will on Mustang's part.

[LilyVanVamp]

Jean blushed a little but tried to shake it off before it became too noticable. "Maybe. He probably just doesn't want more paperwork to do though as well." Twitch.

[Princess Noshwash]

Fuery chuckled and shrugged. "Perhaps. So where are you headed, Lieutenant?"

[LilyVanVamp]

Twitch. Twitch. "I was going to jump off the wagon." He stated bluntly.

[Princess Noshwash]

The younger man gasped. "You were going to smoke?" he said almost accusingly.

[LilyVanVamp]

"...Yeah." Jean replied, seeming to take a while to reconsider the idea. "I can't stand it anymore..."

[Princess Noshwash]

"But you'll be undoing all your hard work!" Fuery stressed.

[LilyVanVamp]

"I know...but I can't stand anymore of this...pain in my head. No matter what I do it just won't stop!" Jean snapped, getting angry just speaking of the subject.

[Princess Noshwash]

The bespectacled sergeant sensed his distress and cringed slightly. "T-that's understandable..."

[LilyVanVamp]

"...You won't say anything to the Colonel will you? If he finds out he'll most likely try and stop me..."

[Princess Noshwash]

Fuery shook his head slightly. "I won't tell him...but should you really do this, sir...?"

[LilyVanVamp]

"Yes." Jean growled, his eye persistantly twitching.

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