@equalchange sent ⤻ “You’ve got something on your cheek.” - riza . . . ( accepting )
his brows shoot up , very much in service of eager curiosity and perhaps the very rare occurence of his lieutenant's sharp perception to point out such a triviality . in the midsts of work , scattered paper to be combed through . on some days , it chases roy into his dreams until the jet black ink becomes fluid once more , drowning held page and his vision altogether . yes , it should have been a quiet minute , dedicated to eating lunch . he's settled on a compromise ( always decided in haste with himself almost recklessly but never with others ) , splitting up the remains of a small plate of spinach quiche .
his eyes don't leave the material laid in front of him once , until hawkeye's voice suddenly pulls him out of his tunneled attention . and even then --- his response takes the form of a questioning hum . it is truly out of the question , for the colonel not to have listened . he simply deems it an unimportance not worthy enough , to disrupt his work in this very moment . cutting corners under pressure .
