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Havoc shiftily glared at him. He stopped at a draw and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a fresh lighter.
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Roy leaned against the door frame and frowned. "Your entire apartment stinks of stale cigarettes; don't you think you should try and cut back?"
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Havoc lit up a cigarette and savoured it greatly, as he had missed out on its splendor earlier in day. "If it's a problem, open a window...oh no wait, we really shouldn't have the windows open seeing how you're so sick and everything..."
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"It's everyone else who insists I'm sick, but I will be if I don't get out of these drenched clothes. Do you have something I could borrow? And perhaps a bath as well," he requested.
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"Sure, the bathroom's right there. I'm sure I've got something you can wear."
((Watch out, Mustang will be naked, you must avert your gaze XD)) |
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((Pssh, avert it my a**! I'll be there with my camera!))
Roy nodded. "Thank you. I'll start running the water," he said then went into the bathroom and began running himself a bath. |
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(( rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl ))
Havoc finished his cigarette in peace. After he had stubbed it out, his attention fell back to his arm, which was still causing him grief. Even though it wasn't infected, it stung like hell. |
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Roy came out of the bathroom and returned to the man. "Should I get some clothes or let you do it?" he asked before coughing once, which led to a coughing fit after another second passed.
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Havoc ran over to Mustang and began thumping him on the back. "I'll fix something for you..."
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Mustang almost fell forward with the force of the man's back blows. "Thanks...," he groaned after staggering forwards. "You should change clothes, too."
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"I was just about to." Havoc held back and stopped hitting the colonel when he saw he could talk. He then wandered over into his room and locked the door behind him. He stood at the other side of the door for a moment before slumping down to the floor and sighing hard. "What a crappy day..."
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Mustang watched the man go into the room then sighed before going up to the bathroom. He closed the door and removed his clothing with a sigh. He then turned off the faucet and got into the hot water, hissing a little at the temperature at first but soon becoming accustom to it and able to relax.
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After sitting on the floor for a while, almost dozing off, Jean got to his feet and began sorting through the wardrobe for something to give the colonel to wear.
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Once he was done about twenty minutes later, he got out and removed the plug, then got a towel from one of the cupboards and dried himself, only then remembering he still hadn't got the clothes he'd wanted to borrow. He sighed wearily from the heat as he tied the towel around his waist then opened the door, allowing the steam to escape from the room, then went to Jean's door and knocked the door.
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"Yeah? Oh wait..." Jean hastily stuck his hand out of the door with a set of clothes attached to it. "Will those do?"
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