Not quite a fist-fight. [CLOSED]
Characters: Roy (thewarisover) and Souji (setasouji)
Location: The Dojima Apartment Unit
Rating: ...G? I think.
Time: Morning, August 11
Description: Manry sparring, incriminating questions, and other awkward things for Mustang, anyway.
It must've made a pretty strange sight for some: all of the furniture in the main area of the apartment unit had been pushed to the sides, leaving a wide open expanse of empty floor and a whole lot of room to move around him. Good thing, at that, because Roy Mustang felt the urge to do a little exercise.
Exercise for him, however, involved reviewing some of the martial arts forms he had picked up in the Academy. State Alchemists had been expected to stay in shape - of course, he would've done so before without being asked too. He hated being useless. Far and enough that his flame alchemy didn't work on rainy days...
At least, that was how it was back in his world. Death City was a totally different deal. A worse one, in ways that Roy wasn't ready to admit. Maybe that was part of the reason why he was supplementing the training he was doing with these drills.
He started out slow, hoping that anyone who walked in on him from the other parts of the unit were going to excuse his behavior for the day. After a while, though, he forgot all about the possibility of someone coming around, and focused on what he was doing.
Location: The Dojima Apartment Unit
Rating: ...G? I think.
Time: Morning, August 11
Description: Manry sparring, incriminating questions, and other awkward things for Mustang, anyway.
It must've made a pretty strange sight for some: all of the furniture in the main area of the apartment unit had been pushed to the sides, leaving a wide open expanse of empty floor and a whole lot of room to move around him. Good thing, at that, because Roy Mustang felt the urge to do a little exercise.
Exercise for him, however, involved reviewing some of the martial arts forms he had picked up in the Academy. State Alchemists had been expected to stay in shape - of course, he would've done so before without being asked too. He hated being useless. Far and enough that his flame alchemy didn't work on rainy days...
At least, that was how it was back in his world. Death City was a totally different deal. A worse one, in ways that Roy wasn't ready to admit. Maybe that was part of the reason why he was supplementing the training he was doing with these drills.
He started out slow, hoping that anyone who walked in on him from the other parts of the unit were going to excuse his behavior for the day. After a while, though, he forgot all about the possibility of someone coming around, and focused on what he was doing.