Date: 2010-12-25 12:25 pm (UTC)
[obviously, he doesn't mind, taking her moving closer as incentive to do the same, moving his hand to the back of her neck.

And he could have gone a little further, too, if that gods be damned mistletoe didn't open its big mouth again.]

WOO! SCORE! GIVE 'EM A SHOW!

Ugh...

[Roy pulls away, twitching noticeably.]

You are wearing my already thin patience even thinner.

Well then you can direct your anger at that Gazimon with the D-Comm over there.

... WHAT?!
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

honootaisa: (Default)
Brigadier General Roy Mustang

February 2012

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
192021 22232425
26272829   

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 21st, 2025 01:42 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios