2nd Picture [Action]

[bestpapaever]

You guys will see a very determined Hughes pulling a burglar-esque bag three times the size of his body; at this point he's nearly sapped of all his strength, but dammit, he has to get this bag home. So he's gonna keep huffin' and puffin', switching from pushing to pulling to punching to trying to pick it up on his shoulders and failing miserably.

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[bestestpapaever]

He's out of breath and is feeling way older than when he first started; Hughes is gonna' acknowledge Roy with a nod, but he's too determined to finish what he started to stop heaving and ho-ing

"Edward--ergh--told me I wasn't allowed to kill him, so no--"

Straaaaaain, and it budges a couple inches.

[best_papa_ever]

"The drone married to my droned Gracia--" He's huffing and puffing, but seriously, even with both the men going at it, the rate this bag is moving is really pathetic. "That's so sweet--of you--Roy."

A vein popped up on his head; whether it was from exertion or irritation, it was hard to tell.

"Maybe if we put sticks under it and rolled it over them...!"

[weiss_tank]

[Well, someone's gotta take pity on the poor guy, Ken just happened to be out for a run]

Uh, do you need any help with that?

[bestestpapaever]

[Hughes is about to give himself an aneurysm pushing this damn bag, so he's relatively happy to see you!]

Ah--if you could just help me get it to the corner, I'd be grateful! This thing weighs a ton...

[...Literally?]

[weiss_tank]

[He grins] Sure I can do that! [Comes up and puts his shoulder beside Hughes to push the damn thing]

Wow you're right! This things heavy!

[best_papa_ever]

I know, right?! I've already had to push it five city blocks.

[Observe his jello legs, they wiggle and waggle under him.]

[ufosrreal]

((Sees....))

H-hey! Mr. Hughes? ((jogging up)) Do you... want some help..?

[best_papa_ever]

[Hughes continued to huff and puff to make the bag move, but once his back made a pathetic popping noise he swiveled around to Sheska.]

...

If you could, I'd be grateful.

[ufosrreal]

((Sheska gives a little sigh when she realizes her boss had hurt himself, then moves to the bag, assesses it.

And starts pushing...

With very little success.))

[bestpapaevar]

Sheska, you're not very good at this!

[Running in place while he's pushing the bag, though it's hardly moving. Finally he just melts down the side of it onto the floor.]

I don't understand what's happening--why did I go buy all this?? Is it because she asked me so nicely??

[angelic_meister]

Um, excuse me? Do you...need some help, Sir?

[best_papa_ever]

No, no, I've got this under control--!!

[He's pushing to the side in a perfect diagonal line like so:

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but even so the bag just shifts in place.]

... If you have a little time on your hands. I'd appreciate your help.

[angelic_meister]

...Uh, I'll certainly try, sir, but I'm not sure how much help I'll be with this.

[She goes over to the bag to help push, but immediately stops before she actually does anything.]

If you don't mind me asking, what's in the bag...? It must be important if you're going through this much trouble.

[bestpapaevar]

[Hughes suddenly looks very dark and solemn.]

...They're toys.

[xerxesalchemist]

Hoenheim's wife (who, oddly enough, really is his wife, or will be someday) hasn't seen fit to issue any direct commands, and neither has his drone-daughter, so the young alchemist remains blissfully unaware of the ongoing event.

"Do you need some help, sir?"

A car, maybe?

[best_papaever]

Hey, this guy looks super familiar, in some weird way; Hughes leans on his giant bag, sighing a weary breath.

"Sure--! I just have a little further to go... live right around the corner."

[xerxesalchemist]

"All right."

He hasn't had to do any real work since he came here, but that doesn't mean he's not used to it.

"What's in the bag?"

[bestpapaever]

Hughes struggles to move it once more, his feet sliding out from under him repeatedly; he seems more determined than is natural.

"Toys."