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SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

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“Terrorists or so the Colonel says. 

When the damn train came it was packed full. Saw the Colonel and that asshole had the nerve to ignore me. 

The look on his face when I called him Dad. It was worth the sour taste in my mouth. Teach that dick to shush ME away. 

But it’s crazy here….” 

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“… at Command. The Colonel is way too busy to see us and I kinda feel in the way. Lt. Hawkeye said we could hang out in the resting room so I think I’m going to just take a nap.

Apparently everything just went crazy. 

{ ♙ } idioms of distress || Accepting;; @cheualier { ♙ }

             [ One hand grips the glass of his bourbon ‘til his knuckles go white,        while the other clasps tight over his eyes. He had purposely sat out of ,       view off to the side of their local dive. Nobody asking to tag along. Fuery,       himself, asserting his exhaustion, and desire to get home. It’s been a       year since the Promised Day, and all things considered, the job’s been       treating him pretty well since then. No shiny promotions like some of       his team- that’s alright, his rank wasn’t for the ambitious, but rather       the passionate- with plenty of work to do. As General Mustang       continued to better their country’s relations, dedicating his heart, soul       and entire life to Ishval again, Kain had no real obligations to working       under the man anymore. Yet, he stayed: it’s a job and a future that he       could believe in, and what’s more noble a career than that?

               Yes, Fuery has spent the past year moving forward alongside        the rest of the world. And most of the time, it isn’t so hard to do; with       a workload like his, it’s actually rather easy. There’s rarely time anymore       to slow down and think about anything other than the present or future,       so much more to be done, so many lives to change for the better. That       is their new normal, and is a normal Kain was more than eager to accept.

               Yet, there’s one night a month, these days, when the sergeant forces       himself to stop moving for a while. Not out of exhaustion, not out of selfish       relaxation, not even for himself. It’s been a year since the tragedies that       partook the country ravaged their home. A year since the front gates had       become a final battleground. A year since his coworkers had lost, and by       miracle, regained, their stolen abilities. A year since sharing a barracks       with fellow soldiers who didn’t know that they were fighting as puppets       for godless, soulless beings, hungry for nothing more than power…

                The back booth of the bar has become Kain’s favorite hiding        place, on these nights. There’s never a good time to slow down amidst       the bustle of their days and jobs, however… the sergeant finds the time       to. For the people who aren’t able to, anymore.

                Kain hears somebody easing into the seat beside him, and isn’t       planning on looking up to greet them. He doesn’t care who it is. In fact,       he doesn’t want to know who it is. Perhaps some unfortunate patron of       the joint, looking to throw a pity-party. That’s not what tonight’s about,       and Kain is more than ready to send them on their merry way. But as       a hand clasps at his shoulder in silence, Kain smells the thick aroma       of recent cigarettes. A guy who smells like an ashtray… 

               No tears fall, even as the sergeant’s breath catches. He’s not        gonna cry in front of a friend, especially not Jean Havoc, a man who’s       been through as much or more hell than any of of them could claim. But       there’s no mistaking the tremors in his shoulders, or the wet sniff his gives       before swallowing hard. Slowly, Kain lifts his hand away from his face,       staring blankly ahead into one of the photographs framed for bar decor.       He takes a deep breath through his nose. ]

        ❝ I, uh… I had this buddy, down south- he always made fun’a’me ‘cause           I couldn’t drink straight hooch without coughing. ❞

               [ Taking another swig of his bourbon though is only punctuated with       the clearing of his throat. Kain taps the edge of his glass lightly against       the table. ]

              clients of all kinds often sought appointments with the armed detective agency, and it was the job of the office staff to collect those requests and organize them by priority for the detectives. ranging from delivering paperwork and evidence files to courthouses to handling domestic terrorists --- it was anybody's guess what tasks a new client would drop off.

             and the military police always had interesting requests.

            standing up from her desk, naomi bowed politely, her dark locks falling in front of her shoulders.  ❝   welcome to the armed detective agency! i'm naomi tanizaki ; do you have business with the agency that i can help you with?  ❞

{ ♙ } one night only ! || Accepting;; @cheualier { ♙ }

               [ Havoc is REALLY pushing his luck, tonight. There’s enough whiskey     on Kain’s breath right now to choke a horse, and very little restraint left in     his body. The lieutenant’s been tease, tease, TEASING Kain, ALL night,     about something stupid he’d said earlier that morning to a higher up. It     wasn’t even that funny ! Yet, the guy’s been knocking shoulders, poking     cheeks, slapping backs and tousling hair enough that Fuery is feeling     REAL annoyed. Maybe his coworkers think they don’t have to pick their     battles when it comes to their young sergeant. Well, he’ll show them !     Because one of these days, he’s gonna get pushed far enough, and let     ‘em have a piece of his mind !

           And after one final blow in his ear, mid-sip of his drink, Fuery twists     teeteringly to face Havoc, mano a mano. He’s gonna put an end to all     this, once and for all. All the TEASING, all the JABS, all the PRANKS–     grabbing Havoc by the collar, he tries to yank the man forward. Unfortu-     nately, all he really succeeds in doing is yanking himself closer, out of     his chair, to stand before the guy. ]

     ❝ Y’wanna know what I think abouddat, Lieutenan’ ?! ❞

          [ He scowls up at him, black eyes barely able to focus, that fistful of     t-shirt more to hold HIMSELF up with. Kain sways, grabbing a second     handful of Havoc’s shirt so he can REALLY get up in the man’s face.     And craning, that bespectacled gaze meets bright, shining baby blues.     For a split second, Kain forgets what he was doing at that moment in     time, as though making room in his brain for the image before him:     calm, unfazed blue eyes, blinking endearingly back down at him,     only mottled by a few strands of straw blond bangs.

          Fuery’s breath catches in his throat. Whoa, now, wait a second.

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