voice;
[ The recording begins with a thud, a rather rattling thing, and it's followed soon after by another. There's a dull murmur, barely audible, but still there. The heavy little sounds continue, if at a staggered sort of pace.
When a voice finally comes in clearer, from somewhere closer to the device, it's recognizably Roy's. The hesitance is an odd touch, given how he usually sounds.]
...sure this is all right with you?
[ Dojima's response is low, his tone touched with amusement, and perhaps just the smallest bit breathless, as if from exertion. There's a note of teasing, of challenge, in it. ]
I'm sure. Having second-thoughts now?
[ A chuckle. ] I was only asking out of formality.
[ Brief pause. There's a strange, slow creak, like something - or someone - leaning down on something - or someone else. Another series of heavy sounds, still unrecognizable, then another thud, abrupt and loud. ]
Mm... wait. I think it's stuck... [ Now it's Roy's turn to sound breathless. ]
Oh, sorry. [ A pause, another slow creak, and a sound that might have either been a hiss of breath or a quiet groan. ] Let me move in a bit--
Hold up, not so hard--
[ THUD. This time, the sound that follows up is most definitely a pained gasp. ]
Ah! Sorry-- [ Dojima's sounding almost worried there, with a hint of alarm edging his words. Another low creak. ]
Did I hurt you?
It's all right. [ The tone's an attempt at light and dismissive, but it's evident that Roy's in more than just a bit of pain. ] You just caught me by surprise, I think.
[ There's a snort, a wordless little scoff, and the rustle of fabric. The concern hasn't left his voice yet. ] Don't pull that with me. [ His tone drops a little lower, coming off a little more firm, a little more commanding. ]
Show me.
[ More rustling, maybe the sound of something coming off for the particularly audio-sensitive. The slightest, tiniest pained sound. ]
...It's nothing. We can continue.
Mustang--
[ The tone's kind this time. You can hear the smile in it. ] Really, I'm all right.
[ There's just the hum, the low, warm murmur as that rhythmic sound starts up again, the steady little creaks and thuds. It continues on for a few seconds, a minute maybe, before a louder creak than before sounds out, a sharper thump than before. There's a gasped word- ]
Musta--
[ -before another small crash. There's the sound of something heavy landing on something else, a pained groan. At around that point, though, the PDA has eventually fallen from wherever it was, switching the whole thing on to--]
[ VIDEO; ]
[ There's Dojima, on top of Roy - their position is rather telling (what can you say about Weapon all but pinning Meister to the floor?), although rest assured, both men are hot, sweaty and clothed (an old shirt with the sleeves rolled up for Dojima and another tanktop as per usual for Roy; both of them are in jeans). The pair have hammers at hand, and there's sawdust and other construction implements everywhere in the room. Their room.
Even with the distance from the screen, Dojima's cheeks are gaining a notable shade of red. ]
I-- ah. Sorry. [ Is that a stammer? Of course it's not, pshaw. ]
[ There's that Mustang Chuckle again, although there's nothing ill-meant about it this time. ]
It's fine.
[ And he'd move. Really, he would. Except Dojima kinda-sorta has him pinned to place. ]
[ As if on cue, Dojima gives a start, and he rises up hastily (if not too swiftly; he's not as young as he once was, goddamnit). That's a chagrined hand running through his hair there. ]
I think, ah. Now would be a good time for a break.
[ Roy's movements, on the other hand, are smooth and natural - he pushes himself up with his hands, stands up, stretches. If he's embarrassed in any way, he's damned good at hiding it. The younger man smiles, nods in agreement.]
I'll get us drinks. There's still some beer in the fridge.
[ Exit Mustang~ there are his feet, moving right towards the screen of the PDA then ultimately past it. Dojima gets up as if to follow only a second later, pausing only when his eyes land on the forgotten PDA. Commence with series of blinking. ]
When a voice finally comes in clearer, from somewhere closer to the device, it's recognizably Roy's. The hesitance is an odd touch, given how he usually sounds.]
...sure this is all right with you?
[ Dojima's response is low, his tone touched with amusement, and perhaps just the smallest bit breathless, as if from exertion. There's a note of teasing, of challenge, in it. ]
I'm sure. Having second-thoughts now?
[ A chuckle. ] I was only asking out of formality.
[ Brief pause. There's a strange, slow creak, like something - or someone - leaning down on something - or someone else. Another series of heavy sounds, still unrecognizable, then another thud, abrupt and loud. ]
Mm... wait. I think it's stuck... [ Now it's Roy's turn to sound breathless. ]
Oh, sorry. [ A pause, another slow creak, and a sound that might have either been a hiss of breath or a quiet groan. ] Let me move in a bit--
Hold up, not so hard--
[ THUD. This time, the sound that follows up is most definitely a pained gasp. ]
Ah! Sorry-- [ Dojima's sounding almost worried there, with a hint of alarm edging his words. Another low creak. ]
Did I hurt you?
It's all right. [ The tone's an attempt at light and dismissive, but it's evident that Roy's in more than just a bit of pain. ] You just caught me by surprise, I think.
[ There's a snort, a wordless little scoff, and the rustle of fabric. The concern hasn't left his voice yet. ] Don't pull that with me. [ His tone drops a little lower, coming off a little more firm, a little more commanding. ]
Show me.
[ More rustling, maybe the sound of something coming off for the particularly audio-sensitive. The slightest, tiniest pained sound. ]
...It's nothing. We can continue.
Mustang--
[ The tone's kind this time. You can hear the smile in it. ] Really, I'm all right.
[ There's just the hum, the low, warm murmur as that rhythmic sound starts up again, the steady little creaks and thuds. It continues on for a few seconds, a minute maybe, before a louder creak than before sounds out, a sharper thump than before. There's a gasped word- ]
Musta--
[ -before another small crash. There's the sound of something heavy landing on something else, a pained groan. At around that point, though, the PDA has eventually fallen from wherever it was, switching the whole thing on to--]
[ VIDEO; ]
[ There's Dojima, on top of Roy - their position is rather telling (what can you say about Weapon all but pinning Meister to the floor?), although rest assured, both men are hot, sweaty and clothed (an old shirt with the sleeves rolled up for Dojima and another tanktop as per usual for Roy; both of them are in jeans). The pair have hammers at hand, and there's sawdust and other construction implements everywhere in the room. Their room.
Even with the distance from the screen, Dojima's cheeks are gaining a notable shade of red. ]
I-- ah. Sorry. [ Is that a stammer? Of course it's not, pshaw. ]
[ There's that Mustang Chuckle again, although there's nothing ill-meant about it this time. ]
It's fine.
[ And he'd move. Really, he would. Except Dojima kinda-sorta has him pinned to place. ]
[ As if on cue, Dojima gives a start, and he rises up hastily (if not too swiftly; he's not as young as he once was, goddamnit). That's a chagrined hand running through his hair there. ]
I think, ah. Now would be a good time for a break.
[ Roy's movements, on the other hand, are smooth and natural - he pushes himself up with his hands, stands up, stretches. If he's embarrassed in any way, he's damned good at hiding it. The younger man smiles, nods in agreement.]
I'll get us drinks. There's still some beer in the fridge.
[ Exit Mustang~ there are his feet, moving right towards the screen of the PDA then ultimately past it. Dojima gets up as if to follow only a second later, pausing only when his eyes land on the forgotten PDA. Commence with series of blinking. ]