Hiding out - Mustang and Hawkeye
This is set after Riza returns to the Nexus with Grand (a log which I still have to clean up and post) and after warflame manages to lose Grand in a crowd near the sign, and take off with Hawkeye with him.
Session Start: Tue Jun 27 21:58:00 2006
((Okay... >_> Lesse now... >_> ::considers -where- they are:: >_> Best places I can think of if they're not out in the open would be at the same hotel the Fuhrer's in, or somewhere in the Elric apts, like down in the storage/basement, someplace out of immediate discovery if they're hiding from Grand))
((yeah, I'm getting the feeling that Mustang would want to go elsewhere than their orginal hotel, and leave a message with one of the other Roy and Riza that Grand is around and looking for them and maybe their alternates))
((The apartments are full up, resident-wise >_> if they go to the same hotel the fuhrer's in, maybe? >_> check in under different names... ))
((I think he'd choose another hotel, safe within the AVfield, I'm not sure if he knows where the Fuhrer's staying though))
((::nodnod:: >_> of course, that might come later. If it's immediately after managing to get away while still trying to figure out WTF to do and if she can even be trusted, asking movie!Riza if they can temporarily hide in the apartment building would work >_>))
((My plan was to take them into a really crowded area and then just slip off away from Grand, It's real easy to lose someone in a really big crowd.))
((>_> ::nodnod:: all right... >_> what kind of location are you seeing?))
((*shrugs* I say a hotel room works))
((::nodnod:: all right ^_^ ::tosses Riza out ICly::))
::right, so... they've just gotten into the room, door locked and all that, and she's pacing, was completely not expecting Roy to do that, not that she's complaining::
::he's fiddling with things by the phone, obviously looking for something, he's pissed off right now at the situation and bit at her, but he's keeping his temper under control until he takes care of a few things, finding the room service menu, glances at her:: When's the last time you ate?
... ... ::looks at him:: ... I don't- ... >_> before I left the Nexus yesterday, I think.
figure out what you want, I need to make a few calls, let out alternates know Grand is looking for us and maybe end up finding them by accident ::settles down to do just that::
... yessir. ... ::getting the menu off the desk, leaning against the wall, looking over it::
::takes a few minutes to make the phone calls when finished he looks at her:: Did you decide?
::small nod, indicating to a sandwich order on the menu::
::makes the call to room service, sets the phone down, isn't looking at her::
::not that this Riza has ever heard any of Ed's reactions to being called short, but nevertheless feels about as small as some of those implied...::
::takes a deep breath, looks at her at the corner of her eye, seems he's going to yell at her first:: If you ever run off like that again, don't bother coming back.
::looking at the floor, flinches a bit, biting her lip and closes her eyes:: ... Yessir.
Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?! You could have been killed!
!! ::biting her lip again for a moment:: ... I didn't see what would be accomplished by risking both of us.
::quiet for a bit, staring at her:: It's not your decision to make.
... No, sir. ... But I didn't think I'd be able to convince you to stay behind and I couldn't figure out how to keep you out of harm's way otherwise.
::sighs before walking over to her, pushing her chin up until she's looking at him, he's not pissed anymore, it's out of his system:: I know, but... if there is a next time, you need to talk to me, so I know that you have a plan and a back-up plan that I also think they might work.
... ::closes her eyes, tinynod:: yes, sir.
::hand moves away from chin to rest on her shoulder:: I'm so glad you're safe
... I'm sorry for worrying you, sir. And I never wanted to bring Grand into the Nexus.
::really wants to pull her close and physically reassure himself that she is alright:: Just don't do it again ::ignoring the part about Grand, he wants to put it off for a bit, needs to take care of Hawkeye before doing so::
I'd promise not to worry you again, but we're military - I think that would end up getting broken regardless. ::glancing up, faint smile::
::nods:: I'd worry about you even if I was guaranteed that you would come back perfectly fine.
::mun's poking her for a response, all she's giving for one here is just looking at him with a tired little lopsided smile:: ... do you have any ideas where we go from here?
for now ::brings hand up to cup her chin:: you need to eat and get some sleep, we'll figure something out when you're rested.
::tiny nod, looking at him:: ... I'm sorry.
::meets her gaze:: You did what you thought was best ::not happy about it, but he's not as upset as he was::
The plan was sound... it just couldn't account for the variables thrown in. -_-;;; I tried to avoid having to tell him anything about the Nexus or where you were.
It's alright, Hawkeye ::hesitates, before slipping his arms around her, giving her every opportunity he can to let her escape, if she appears uncomfortable or doesn't seem to want this then he'll stop and pull away, If he manages to get his arms around her without any objection, leans in to whisper into her ear:: I'm actually far more relieved that you're safe.
::momentarily surprised at that, but not completely, hesitating a moment before linking her arms around his waist and leaning into the hug, closing her eyes; normally might not bend rules -that- much, but between all she's seen in the Nexus, and the day she's had? yeah.::
::tightens grip slightly when he feels her lean into it, eyes slip shut, happy she's safe, even happier she's in his arms::
::and...much to Riza's annoyance at her mun, that's when room service arrives :D - opening her eyes and looking over to the door, then at him:: That might be room service... ::letting go after speaking::
::reluctantly lets go:: Yeah, it probably is. ::slips hand in pocket as he goes to answer it, slipping the Philosopher's Stone ring on to finger, before looking through the peephole, sees its safe, opens doors and gets the food before bringing it over to Hawkeye and handing it to her:: Eat up
Thank you. ::sitting at the small table in the room, propping her head against her hand and eating one-handed as much as possible; poor thing's worn out XD;;::
::wonders if he would have gotten to hug her if she had been more awake, feels guilty that he kind of took advantage of her being so tired, keeps eye on her as she eats though::
::sleepily eating, in the zoning-out stage, and it's slowly dawned on her there's just one bed, but eh. circumstances are rather hectic, and they didn't have a lot of resources to start with:: >_> if you were planning to get some sleep, Major, I'm fine with you taking the other side of the bed. We should get what rest we can -when- we can.
::sleepily eating, in the zoning-out stage, and it's slowly dawned on her there's just one bed, but eh. circumstances are rather hectic, and they didn't have a lot of resources to start with:: >_> if you were planning to get some sleep, Major, I'm fine with you taking the other side of the bed. We should get what rest we can -when- we can.
::glances at bed and back at Hawkeye, he realizes the bed situation:: I may take you up on that, but not now. ::too nervous about Grand finding them right now to sleep, feels need to watch over Hawkeye::
::small nod:: If you think we should keep watch, wake me when you get tired and I'll take over.
You need your sleep more, right now
I'll be okay once I get a few hours, at least.
::grunts noncommittally, intends to let her sleep herself out::
::finishes eating and debates grabbing a shower first, but 1, she's tired enough she feels like she might fall asleep standing up and 2, nothing to change into once she's done, which kinda defeats the purpose; takes her boots and jacket and empty holsters off - guns were confisticated - and stands:: If there's nothing else, sir..?
Hawkeye, you're no good to me if you're falling asleep where you stand, ::soft smile:: get some sleep
::little nod, sleepy half-smile:: Thank you, sir. ::climbing into bed and under the covers... and within a few minutes, she's out and sleeping like the dead and the mean mun reminds Roy that it could'a been literal instead of figurative :D::
::this mun recalls her pup growling at you for reminder last night XD, On the other side of the fourth wall, Roy takes a few moments to clean up from Hawkeye's dinner, afterward he paces, wanting to stay awake and on guard, but doesn't have anything to read or doesn't want to turn on tv in case it would disturb Riza::
::it's doubtful too much would wake her; normally she might be sleeping rather lightly despite how tired she was, but it's safe enough at the moment::
::doesn't know that and is trying to be polite, eventually his bit of adrenaline wears off and to be honest, he didn't sleep much while she was gone, so he sits on the bed, back against the wall and feet up, given enough time he's going to start dozing::
((>_> Want we should hit ye olde fast forwarde buttone? ^_^))
::weight shifts on mattresses like that tend to... well... enough time and she's moved back closer toward him by the time she finally wakes up, still mostly asleep and rolling over a bit to change position, stretching::
::he's slipped lower on the bed, and for some reason I'm hearing him snoring lightly::
::laying on one's back can do that...; gradually waking up a little more, rubbing her eyes and looking around and at him to remember where in heck she is, then smiles faintly, laying there a few more moments before looking around again and carefully scooting off the bed to get up::
::the shifting doesn't go unnoticed, since he's really not in a deep sleep it's enough to wake him up, regards her through slitted eyes, still tired, manages to grunt questioningly::
::blinks, looking over to him:: Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. ::smiles faintly::
::stare, blinks:: s'alright ::makes the mistake of moving his neck and winces::
::blinks, frowning a little... then sighs:: You should have gotten more comfortable so you didn't sleep on it wrong. Are you okay? ::still seated on the bed, turned toward him more now::
wasn't planning on falling asleep ::rubs his neck with hand::
::shakes her head slightly, watching him:: ... ::sighs:: Want some help so it doesn't turn into a headache later?
::regards her for a moment::: would appreciate it
::moves over on the bed toward him, kneeling to sit up for a better angle:: c'mon. Sit up a bit.
::doesn't really want to move, but does, slowly::
::kneeling behind him and starting to rub his neck, using her fingers and thumbs and working down to his shoulders and switching to the heels of her palms there for few minutes before working back up to his neck again::
::stiffens slightly at first touch, but forces himself to relax, leaning into the touch slightly::
::and she's trying to keep her attention focused completely on what she's doing in an effort to avoid noticing a couple other details, like who she's doing it to and where they are::
::is enjoying it, but reminding himself that she's probably only doing it, because she doesn't want him to deal with the headache later on when they need to be planning::
::That's mainly what gave her the nerve to offer in the first place:: how's your neck feeling? ::still rubbing it::
::doesn't want to admit its feeling better, because she'll stop, but also doesn't want to take advantage of her, sighs:: better
... ::that didn't quite sound like it was better, or at least not happy about it;: ... ::pulling her hands back after a moment:: ... are you all right?
I'll be fine
... ::studying him a moment longer, then looking for a clock:: want me to see if room service is available yet? ::it's likely in the later wee hours of the morning by then::
::trying to wake up some more:: If you're hungry, then go ahead
Not really, but I could order you some coffee unless you want to go back to sleep?
::perks slightly:: coffee?
::moving to sit next to him on the bed where she can look at him, grinning faintly:: You know, a brown liquid typically served hot created by steeping hot water in ground, roasted beans? Coffee?
::attempts to glare while yawning::
::leans back, watching her through half-closed eyes::
::places an order for the coffee then hangs up, turning back to look at him:: ... you sure you don't want to get a little more sleep?
I'll be fine ::looks like he's about to fall back asleep::
... ::sighs:: Sir? Please get some rest. You look exhausted.
I just need a moment to wake up, ::pushes himself so he's now sitting on the edge of the bed:: how long for the coffee to get here?
They said about ten minutes... ::hesitating, then walks over, sitting next to him::
::nods, was thinking about grabbing shower to help wake up, but Hawkeye's now next to him rather than across the room, gives her expectant look::
... ::ok, she's not wanting to talk, looks away, he's not sure why she chose here and not one of the other chairs:: is everything alright?
Yeah... ... :;studying her hands:: ... are you still angry with me?
::looks at her, reaches over and touches her face, guiding it so she's looking at him:: I'm not angry with you, I don't like the decision you made, but you're allowed to make decisions that I don't like. ::sleepy blink:: In fact, I probably owe you an apology for the way I spoke to you last night. I may not have liked your decision, but that didn't give me the right to speak to you in such a manner.
::watching him while he talks... then closes her eyes, bowing her head a bit as she smiles slightly:: Just so long as you're not angry with me, it's fine.
::leans and lowers his head, so he's moved to look up at her:: I could never stay angry with you
::and that? well, her smile's still small, but it's a good deal warmer and all the way into her eyes:: all right.
is there anything else?
::shakes her head:: No.
::nods, expecting her to get up now that he's answered her question::
::does so, walking over to the window and peeking out a crack around the curtain, seeing if anything or anyone's out there to worry about::
::watches her for a moment, before getting up and heading to the bathroom to shower and take care of other necessities::
::coffee arrives while he's doing that, and she preps a cup for him, having it ready when he comes out::
::comes out, using towel to dry his hair, hasn't bothered putting his shirt back on, since he didn't close the shower curtain all the way and managed to get his shirt wet:: coffee here, yet?
Ye- ::speaking as she looks over:: ... -es. ... ::standing there for a couple of seconds while the mun snaps her fingers and waves her hand in front of Riza's face - earth to Riza, do you copy?:: ... ::blinks and looks back to the tray:: Yes, I have a cup ready for you... ::picking it up and walking over to him, attention on the cup! the coffee! just so she doesn't spill it, that's all, no other reason, nope::
::takes cup, gives sleepy smile, not as sleepy as before the shower, but still sleepy:: Thank you ::sips::
... I'm going to grab one too. ::no, mun, I'm not coming out sans shirt, so don't even try it::
grab what? shower? cup of coffee? ::studies her a moment:: are you alright?
Yeah, I'm fine. ::looking up at him, totally all right, perfectly fine, thank you:: I meant a shower. I already had a cup when it arrived.
::nods:: go ahead, just make sure you close the shower curtain all the way or at least make sure your shirt is not where the gap is
... ::chuckles quietly:: I don't know... after the last day, it might be the better for it if I did. Near desert region, climbing up the-- ... >_>; Possibly as soon as it's late enough for people to be awake, we should call someone to see about procuring some new clothes.
::is NOT picturing Hawkeye in a wet shirt or shirtless, I repeat he is NOT doing that::....::grunts:: yes, we do need a change of clothing
::and the mun mocks and laughs; at least her shirt's black, not white, which is somewhat better:: I'm just not certain who to call. >_> But it's still rather early yet. If there's nothing else...?
::waves her away, trying to ignore the rather enjoyable mental images::
::heads into the bathroom and shuts the door; oh, c'mon Roy, is a wet shirt the best you can do? She has to remove her clothes for a shower after all :D - dear mun, stop that T_T::
::hears shower start, shifts, glances down:: from now on Hawkeye showers first
::fast forward about 15 minutes later and she's stepping out again, disliking having to put the same clothes back on, but eh, don't worry, she did. She didn't come out in a towel or anything :D goes to get another cup of coffee::
So where do we go from here, and any ideas who to call? >_>
::has curled into a chair, sipping his coffee:: I'm not sure, Grand is out there, probably even more pissed off since we managed to lose him. I called and gave a warning to our alternates last night, I'm not sure if there is anyone else we can call.
'probably'? He has three moods. Bad Mood, Worse Mood, and Let's Get A Few Miles Between Him and Us Mood. ::sighs:: >_> We could start with the alternates. If nothing else, they'd be most likely to have civilian clothing that would fit us. We'd probably blend in better if we stay out of uniform.
::chuckles:: You think we should involve them? I'm sure they have problems of their own to handle. I have to agree about the uniforms, we might want to go shopping and get clothing that doesn't belong to our era.
We don't have a lot of options unless we want to go shopping wearing togas fashioned out of the bedsheets _> He seems to have the least to worry about.
::remembers last time he meant the Fuhrer, yeah, not inclined to want to ask for help:: I suppose
::picking up on the tone:: ::quiet as he debates telling her:: I haven't been in the best mood lately
::looks down at her coffee:: ... I'll make the calls then?
::stands, stretchs:: Probably for the best ::goes to check shirt::
.... ::did you really have to do that? T_T trying NOT to watch him, but... it's kinda difficult -_-;;;::
::I sure did. Roy wanders back in, shirt in hand, which he drapes over a chair still a fairly large wet spot on the back, sits back down and pours himself another cup of coffee::
... ::trying very, very hard to pay attention to her rapidly-emptying coffee cup and not him, and damn that light blonde coloration, her cheeks get a bit pink despite herself::
::sips coffee, not really paying attention to Hawkeye, waiting for her to finish up, so she can make those phone calls::
... ::okay, she can pretend to ignore him walking around without a shirt on for only so long:: ... The earlier the better, really... >_> I'll go call now. ::getting up and walking over to the phone, dialing the number for the hotel the fuhrer's at and getting the call forwarded to the room::
::Reaching out, answering the phone:: NexusLOL inc, how can we make your day more bizarre?
... ::blinkblinkblink:: ... >_> ... Um. >_>;; ... Fuhrer Mustang? >_>;
That's correct. Who may I ask is speaking? Or rather, which?
This is Second Lieutenant Hawkeye... I'm terribly sorry if I've woken you ::it's likely in the 4-6 am bracket::
Woken me? ::Smirks:: Second Lieutenant, I assure you, by this time of day I'm awake, enjoying my coffee, and giving my secretary an earful about the amount of paperwork on my desk.
... >_> You're right, that is a bizarre request. It could be easily arranged, though...
We weren't able to go back to our hotel and get our own things, and the uniforms are too high profile while we're attempting to avoid the Brigadier General.
>_> Avoid the Brigadier General? My my, you kids are just getting into all kinds of trouble... ::He's got the tone of voice that implies a -wide- grin, though::
We were listed as AWOL before when we got stranded in the Nexus. ... Now, we're -really- AWOL. -_-;;
That -would- do it, wouldn't it? Well, how many sets of clothes do you need? ::Getting up, walking to check his suitcase::
Oh, just one each, just to borrow for a little while, we'll go buy our own.
Oh, sure, make it an easy request. ::Mock sulking::
We don't want to bother anyone more than necessary, or get them too involved in anything.
Of course, of course. >_> Where are you staying? Have you established a safehouse yet?
Right now we're at the [insert name here] hotel, room 246. Not the one we were at before.
You're moving. Good. >_> All right, I'll see about bringing anything over. ::Beat:: My wife's got a nice miniskirt ensemble here that could work for you. ::He's testing how evil he can be here::
... ::blinkblink:: ... M-miniskirt? >_>;;; ::looks at the phone:: ::not that young!Roy's ever said a word about those before but hey, here ya go, a freebie! a mental visual of her in one! :D::
::looks over at Hawkeye:: Miniskirt?
::Oh is he -ever- biting his lip now..::
::blinkblink:: .. ::points to the phone in her hand:: He... he's looking through the clothes they have and... ::just kinda trails off - on one hand, there's that thing about beggars can't be choosers, and on the other... -miniskirt?!- O_o;;;::
::stares at her face, eyes travel body, trying to imagine it and Hawkeye you've just achieved revenge for him going shirtless, curls up tighter in his chair, and finally nods::
::He's -seriously- having his pokerface tested here... picking out some clothes::
...Um. Well. We'd appreciate any assistance you can give us, of course.... >_>;;; -_-;;; ::sigh. at least it's just for a few hours, right?::
::not if he has his way about it::
^_^ Of course, I'll be over with everything in a few minutes then. ::Not that the missus -has- a miniskirt outfit... but he'll -make- one just for this...::
::at least not one appropriate to wear in public <3::
::This is very true. <3::
Session Start: Tue Jun 27 21:58:00 2006
((Okay... >_> Lesse now... >_> ::considers -where- they are:: >_> Best places I can think of if they're not out in the open would be at the same hotel the Fuhrer's in, or somewhere in the Elric apts, like down in the storage/basement, someplace out of immediate discovery if they're hiding from Grand))
((yeah, I'm getting the feeling that Mustang would want to go elsewhere than their orginal hotel, and leave a message with one of the other Roy and Riza that Grand is around and looking for them and maybe their alternates))
((The apartments are full up, resident-wise >_> if they go to the same hotel the fuhrer's in, maybe? >_> check in under different names... ))
((I think he'd choose another hotel, safe within the AVfield, I'm not sure if he knows where the Fuhrer's staying though))
((::nodnod:: >_> of course, that might come later. If it's immediately after managing to get away while still trying to figure out WTF to do and if she can even be trusted, asking movie!Riza if they can temporarily hide in the apartment building would work >_>))
((My plan was to take them into a really crowded area and then just slip off away from Grand, It's real easy to lose someone in a really big crowd.))
((>_> ::nodnod:: all right... >_> what kind of location are you seeing?))
((*shrugs* I say a hotel room works))
((::nodnod:: all right ^_^ ::tosses Riza out ICly::))
::right, so... they've just gotten into the room, door locked and all that, and she's pacing, was completely not expecting Roy to do that, not that she's complaining::
::he's fiddling with things by the phone, obviously looking for something, he's pissed off right now at the situation and bit at her, but he's keeping his temper under control until he takes care of a few things, finding the room service menu, glances at her:: When's the last time you ate?
... ... ::looks at him:: ... I don't- ... >_> before I left the Nexus yesterday, I think.
figure out what you want, I need to make a few calls, let out alternates know Grand is looking for us and maybe end up finding them by accident ::settles down to do just that::
... yessir. ... ::getting the menu off the desk, leaning against the wall, looking over it::
::takes a few minutes to make the phone calls when finished he looks at her:: Did you decide?
::small nod, indicating to a sandwich order on the menu::
::makes the call to room service, sets the phone down, isn't looking at her::
::not that this Riza has ever heard any of Ed's reactions to being called short, but nevertheless feels about as small as some of those implied...::
::takes a deep breath, looks at her at the corner of her eye, seems he's going to yell at her first:: If you ever run off like that again, don't bother coming back.
::looking at the floor, flinches a bit, biting her lip and closes her eyes:: ... Yessir.
Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?! You could have been killed!
!! ::biting her lip again for a moment:: ... I didn't see what would be accomplished by risking both of us.
::quiet for a bit, staring at her:: It's not your decision to make.
... No, sir. ... But I didn't think I'd be able to convince you to stay behind and I couldn't figure out how to keep you out of harm's way otherwise.
::sighs before walking over to her, pushing her chin up until she's looking at him, he's not pissed anymore, it's out of his system:: I know, but... if there is a next time, you need to talk to me, so I know that you have a plan and a back-up plan that I also think they might work.
... ::closes her eyes, tinynod:: yes, sir.
::hand moves away from chin to rest on her shoulder:: I'm so glad you're safe
... I'm sorry for worrying you, sir. And I never wanted to bring Grand into the Nexus.
::really wants to pull her close and physically reassure himself that she is alright:: Just don't do it again ::ignoring the part about Grand, he wants to put it off for a bit, needs to take care of Hawkeye before doing so::
I'd promise not to worry you again, but we're military - I think that would end up getting broken regardless. ::glancing up, faint smile::
::nods:: I'd worry about you even if I was guaranteed that you would come back perfectly fine.
::mun's poking her for a response, all she's giving for one here is just looking at him with a tired little lopsided smile:: ... do you have any ideas where we go from here?
for now ::brings hand up to cup her chin:: you need to eat and get some sleep, we'll figure something out when you're rested.
::tiny nod, looking at him:: ... I'm sorry.
::meets her gaze:: You did what you thought was best ::not happy about it, but he's not as upset as he was::
The plan was sound... it just couldn't account for the variables thrown in. -_-;;; I tried to avoid having to tell him anything about the Nexus or where you were.
It's alright, Hawkeye ::hesitates, before slipping his arms around her, giving her every opportunity he can to let her escape, if she appears uncomfortable or doesn't seem to want this then he'll stop and pull away, If he manages to get his arms around her without any objection, leans in to whisper into her ear:: I'm actually far more relieved that you're safe.
::momentarily surprised at that, but not completely, hesitating a moment before linking her arms around his waist and leaning into the hug, closing her eyes; normally might not bend rules -that- much, but between all she's seen in the Nexus, and the day she's had? yeah.::
::tightens grip slightly when he feels her lean into it, eyes slip shut, happy she's safe, even happier she's in his arms::
::and...much to Riza's annoyance at her mun, that's when room service arrives :D - opening her eyes and looking over to the door, then at him:: That might be room service... ::letting go after speaking::
::reluctantly lets go:: Yeah, it probably is. ::slips hand in pocket as he goes to answer it, slipping the Philosopher's Stone ring on to finger, before looking through the peephole, sees its safe, opens doors and gets the food before bringing it over to Hawkeye and handing it to her:: Eat up
Thank you. ::sitting at the small table in the room, propping her head against her hand and eating one-handed as much as possible; poor thing's worn out XD;;::
::wonders if he would have gotten to hug her if she had been more awake, feels guilty that he kind of took advantage of her being so tired, keeps eye on her as she eats though::
::sleepily eating, in the zoning-out stage, and it's slowly dawned on her there's just one bed, but eh. circumstances are rather hectic, and they didn't have a lot of resources to start with:: >_> if you were planning to get some sleep, Major, I'm fine with you taking the other side of the bed. We should get what rest we can -when- we can.
::sleepily eating, in the zoning-out stage, and it's slowly dawned on her there's just one bed, but eh. circumstances are rather hectic, and they didn't have a lot of resources to start with:: >_> if you were planning to get some sleep, Major, I'm fine with you taking the other side of the bed. We should get what rest we can -when- we can.
::glances at bed and back at Hawkeye, he realizes the bed situation:: I may take you up on that, but not now. ::too nervous about Grand finding them right now to sleep, feels need to watch over Hawkeye::
::small nod:: If you think we should keep watch, wake me when you get tired and I'll take over.
You need your sleep more, right now
I'll be okay once I get a few hours, at least.
::grunts noncommittally, intends to let her sleep herself out::
::finishes eating and debates grabbing a shower first, but 1, she's tired enough she feels like she might fall asleep standing up and 2, nothing to change into once she's done, which kinda defeats the purpose; takes her boots and jacket and empty holsters off - guns were confisticated - and stands:: If there's nothing else, sir..?
Hawkeye, you're no good to me if you're falling asleep where you stand, ::soft smile:: get some sleep
::little nod, sleepy half-smile:: Thank you, sir. ::climbing into bed and under the covers... and within a few minutes, she's out and sleeping like the dead and the mean mun reminds Roy that it could'a been literal instead of figurative :D::
::this mun recalls her pup growling at you for reminder last night XD, On the other side of the fourth wall, Roy takes a few moments to clean up from Hawkeye's dinner, afterward he paces, wanting to stay awake and on guard, but doesn't have anything to read or doesn't want to turn on tv in case it would disturb Riza::
::it's doubtful too much would wake her; normally she might be sleeping rather lightly despite how tired she was, but it's safe enough at the moment::
::doesn't know that and is trying to be polite, eventually his bit of adrenaline wears off and to be honest, he didn't sleep much while she was gone, so he sits on the bed, back against the wall and feet up, given enough time he's going to start dozing::
((>_> Want we should hit ye olde fast forwarde buttone? ^_^))
::weight shifts on mattresses like that tend to... well... enough time and she's moved back closer toward him by the time she finally wakes up, still mostly asleep and rolling over a bit to change position, stretching::
::he's slipped lower on the bed, and for some reason I'm hearing him snoring lightly::
::laying on one's back can do that...; gradually waking up a little more, rubbing her eyes and looking around and at him to remember where in heck she is, then smiles faintly, laying there a few more moments before looking around again and carefully scooting off the bed to get up::
::the shifting doesn't go unnoticed, since he's really not in a deep sleep it's enough to wake him up, regards her through slitted eyes, still tired, manages to grunt questioningly::
::blinks, looking over to him:: Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. ::smiles faintly::
::stare, blinks:: s'alright ::makes the mistake of moving his neck and winces::
::blinks, frowning a little... then sighs:: You should have gotten more comfortable so you didn't sleep on it wrong. Are you okay? ::still seated on the bed, turned toward him more now::
wasn't planning on falling asleep ::rubs his neck with hand::
::shakes her head slightly, watching him:: ... ::sighs:: Want some help so it doesn't turn into a headache later?
::regards her for a moment::: would appreciate it
::moves over on the bed toward him, kneeling to sit up for a better angle:: c'mon. Sit up a bit.
::doesn't really want to move, but does, slowly::
::kneeling behind him and starting to rub his neck, using her fingers and thumbs and working down to his shoulders and switching to the heels of her palms there for few minutes before working back up to his neck again::
::stiffens slightly at first touch, but forces himself to relax, leaning into the touch slightly::
::and she's trying to keep her attention focused completely on what she's doing in an effort to avoid noticing a couple other details, like who she's doing it to and where they are::
::is enjoying it, but reminding himself that she's probably only doing it, because she doesn't want him to deal with the headache later on when they need to be planning::
::That's mainly what gave her the nerve to offer in the first place:: how's your neck feeling? ::still rubbing it::
::doesn't want to admit its feeling better, because she'll stop, but also doesn't want to take advantage of her, sighs:: better
... ::that didn't quite sound like it was better, or at least not happy about it;: ... ::pulling her hands back after a moment:: ... are you all right?
I'll be fine
... ::studying him a moment longer, then looking for a clock:: want me to see if room service is available yet? ::it's likely in the later wee hours of the morning by then::
::trying to wake up some more:: If you're hungry, then go ahead
Not really, but I could order you some coffee unless you want to go back to sleep?
::perks slightly:: coffee?
::moving to sit next to him on the bed where she can look at him, grinning faintly:: You know, a brown liquid typically served hot created by steeping hot water in ground, roasted beans? Coffee?
::attempts to glare while yawning::
::leans back, watching her through half-closed eyes::
::places an order for the coffee then hangs up, turning back to look at him:: ... you sure you don't want to get a little more sleep?
I'll be fine ::looks like he's about to fall back asleep::
... ::sighs:: Sir? Please get some rest. You look exhausted.
I just need a moment to wake up, ::pushes himself so he's now sitting on the edge of the bed:: how long for the coffee to get here?
They said about ten minutes... ::hesitating, then walks over, sitting next to him::
::nods, was thinking about grabbing shower to help wake up, but Hawkeye's now next to him rather than across the room, gives her expectant look::
... ::ok, she's not wanting to talk, looks away, he's not sure why she chose here and not one of the other chairs:: is everything alright?
Yeah... ... :;studying her hands:: ... are you still angry with me?
::looks at her, reaches over and touches her face, guiding it so she's looking at him:: I'm not angry with you, I don't like the decision you made, but you're allowed to make decisions that I don't like. ::sleepy blink:: In fact, I probably owe you an apology for the way I spoke to you last night. I may not have liked your decision, but that didn't give me the right to speak to you in such a manner.
::watching him while he talks... then closes her eyes, bowing her head a bit as she smiles slightly:: Just so long as you're not angry with me, it's fine.
::leans and lowers his head, so he's moved to look up at her:: I could never stay angry with you
::and that? well, her smile's still small, but it's a good deal warmer and all the way into her eyes:: all right.
is there anything else?
::shakes her head:: No.
::nods, expecting her to get up now that he's answered her question::
::does so, walking over to the window and peeking out a crack around the curtain, seeing if anything or anyone's out there to worry about::
::watches her for a moment, before getting up and heading to the bathroom to shower and take care of other necessities::
::coffee arrives while he's doing that, and she preps a cup for him, having it ready when he comes out::
::comes out, using towel to dry his hair, hasn't bothered putting his shirt back on, since he didn't close the shower curtain all the way and managed to get his shirt wet:: coffee here, yet?
Ye- ::speaking as she looks over:: ... -es. ... ::standing there for a couple of seconds while the mun snaps her fingers and waves her hand in front of Riza's face - earth to Riza, do you copy?:: ... ::blinks and looks back to the tray:: Yes, I have a cup ready for you... ::picking it up and walking over to him, attention on the cup! the coffee! just so she doesn't spill it, that's all, no other reason, nope::
::takes cup, gives sleepy smile, not as sleepy as before the shower, but still sleepy:: Thank you ::sips::
... I'm going to grab one too. ::no, mun, I'm not coming out sans shirt, so don't even try it::
grab what? shower? cup of coffee? ::studies her a moment:: are you alright?
Yeah, I'm fine. ::looking up at him, totally all right, perfectly fine, thank you:: I meant a shower. I already had a cup when it arrived.
::nods:: go ahead, just make sure you close the shower curtain all the way or at least make sure your shirt is not where the gap is
... ::chuckles quietly:: I don't know... after the last day, it might be the better for it if I did. Near desert region, climbing up the-- ... >_>; Possibly as soon as it's late enough for people to be awake, we should call someone to see about procuring some new clothes.
::is NOT picturing Hawkeye in a wet shirt or shirtless, I repeat he is NOT doing that::....::grunts:: yes, we do need a change of clothing
::and the mun mocks and laughs; at least her shirt's black, not white, which is somewhat better:: I'm just not certain who to call. >_> But it's still rather early yet. If there's nothing else...?
::waves her away, trying to ignore the rather enjoyable mental images::
::heads into the bathroom and shuts the door; oh, c'mon Roy, is a wet shirt the best you can do? She has to remove her clothes for a shower after all :D - dear mun, stop that T_T::
::hears shower start, shifts, glances down:: from now on Hawkeye showers first
::fast forward about 15 minutes later and she's stepping out again, disliking having to put the same clothes back on, but eh, don't worry, she did. She didn't come out in a towel or anything :D goes to get another cup of coffee::
So where do we go from here, and any ideas who to call? >_>
::has curled into a chair, sipping his coffee:: I'm not sure, Grand is out there, probably even more pissed off since we managed to lose him. I called and gave a warning to our alternates last night, I'm not sure if there is anyone else we can call.
'probably'? He has three moods. Bad Mood, Worse Mood, and Let's Get A Few Miles Between Him and Us Mood. ::sighs:: >_> We could start with the alternates. If nothing else, they'd be most likely to have civilian clothing that would fit us. We'd probably blend in better if we stay out of uniform.
::chuckles:: You think we should involve them? I'm sure they have problems of their own to handle. I have to agree about the uniforms, we might want to go shopping and get clothing that doesn't belong to our era.
We don't have a lot of options unless we want to go shopping wearing togas fashioned out of the bedsheets _> He seems to have the least to worry about.
::remembers last time he meant the Fuhrer, yeah, not inclined to want to ask for help:: I suppose
::picking up on the tone:: ::quiet as he debates telling her:: I haven't been in the best mood lately
::looks down at her coffee:: ... I'll make the calls then?
::stands, stretchs:: Probably for the best ::goes to check shirt::
.... ::did you really have to do that? T_T trying NOT to watch him, but... it's kinda difficult -_-;;;::
::I sure did. Roy wanders back in, shirt in hand, which he drapes over a chair still a fairly large wet spot on the back, sits back down and pours himself another cup of coffee::
... ::trying very, very hard to pay attention to her rapidly-emptying coffee cup and not him, and damn that light blonde coloration, her cheeks get a bit pink despite herself::
::sips coffee, not really paying attention to Hawkeye, waiting for her to finish up, so she can make those phone calls::
... ::okay, she can pretend to ignore him walking around without a shirt on for only so long:: ... The earlier the better, really... >_> I'll go call now. ::getting up and walking over to the phone, dialing the number for the hotel the fuhrer's at and getting the call forwarded to the room::
::Reaching out, answering the phone:: NexusLOL inc, how can we make your day more bizarre?
... ::blinkblinkblink:: ... >_> ... Um. >_>;; ... Fuhrer Mustang? >_>;
That's correct. Who may I ask is speaking? Or rather, which?
This is Second Lieutenant Hawkeye... I'm terribly sorry if I've woken you ::it's likely in the 4-6 am bracket::
Woken me? ::Smirks:: Second Lieutenant, I assure you, by this time of day I'm awake, enjoying my coffee, and giving my secretary an earful about the amount of paperwork on my desk.
... >_> You're right, that is a bizarre request. It could be easily arranged, though...
We weren't able to go back to our hotel and get our own things, and the uniforms are too high profile while we're attempting to avoid the Brigadier General.
>_> Avoid the Brigadier General? My my, you kids are just getting into all kinds of trouble... ::He's got the tone of voice that implies a -wide- grin, though::
We were listed as AWOL before when we got stranded in the Nexus. ... Now, we're -really- AWOL. -_-;;
That -would- do it, wouldn't it? Well, how many sets of clothes do you need? ::Getting up, walking to check his suitcase::
Oh, just one each, just to borrow for a little while, we'll go buy our own.
Oh, sure, make it an easy request. ::Mock sulking::
We don't want to bother anyone more than necessary, or get them too involved in anything.
Of course, of course. >_> Where are you staying? Have you established a safehouse yet?
Right now we're at the [insert name here] hotel, room 246. Not the one we were at before.
You're moving. Good. >_> All right, I'll see about bringing anything over. ::Beat:: My wife's got a nice miniskirt ensemble here that could work for you. ::He's testing how evil he can be here::
... ::blinkblink:: ... M-miniskirt? >_>;;; ::looks at the phone:: ::not that young!Roy's ever said a word about those before but hey, here ya go, a freebie! a mental visual of her in one! :D::
::looks over at Hawkeye:: Miniskirt?
::Oh is he -ever- biting his lip now..::
::blinkblink:: .. ::points to the phone in her hand:: He... he's looking through the clothes they have and... ::just kinda trails off - on one hand, there's that thing about beggars can't be choosers, and on the other... -miniskirt?!- O_o;;;::
::stares at her face, eyes travel body, trying to imagine it and Hawkeye you've just achieved revenge for him going shirtless, curls up tighter in his chair, and finally nods::
::He's -seriously- having his pokerface tested here... picking out some clothes::
...Um. Well. We'd appreciate any assistance you can give us, of course.... >_>;;; -_-;;; ::sigh. at least it's just for a few hours, right?::
::not if he has his way about it::
^_^ Of course, I'll be over with everything in a few minutes then. ::Not that the missus -has- a miniskirt outfit... but he'll -make- one just for this...::
::at least not one appropriate to wear in public <3::
::This is very true. <3::