Jul 19, 2006 20:12
Waking up that morning wasn't as odd for Roy Mustang as it might have been for some of the newer patients. While he felt as if he'd been exploring the deeper parts of the building with Axel, Roxas and Hughes only mere moments ago, there he was, in his bed. This, however, was routine. Glancing down, he noted that his clothing had been changed as well. It made that lazy quality of his easier to indulge in, though he also had to worry at who was undressing and dressing him.
It wasn't as if he'd be finding out anytime soon, though, so he didn't fret over it too much. His nurse, stern as usual, was already trying to urge him out of bed. There was no point in protesting, so Roy made his way. While the alchemist was rubbing at his eyes as he entered the cafeteria, he wasn't as tired as he believed he should have been.
He didn't need as much sleep as a human, did he? Or as much sustenance. At least that meant he didn't have to force down that horrific cafeteria food.
It would have been easier if he'd either completely liked the changes or completely hated them. Being stuck in the middle made his life that much more difficult. With a grunt of displeasure at being the first one in the cafeteria for the second day in a row, Roy fell into a chair and rested his chin in his palm.