05-19-2018, 09:01 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Of course, Maes felt bad for what he had done--or what he tried to do. He had limited knowledge on alchemy, and even less on the taboo of human transmutation, but he also didn't want to sit around and do nothing. He had to at least try. So, he had tried it, and got caught before he had a chance. Not to mention the one to find him had been the last person he wanted to be caught by. The anger in Roy's eyes were expected, but the lab was still surprised, especially since it was aimed at him.
He had seen him angry before. Many times, really. But this was the first time such rage had been directed at him. During his time isolating himself after the incident, it was all he could think about, his glare that had an undertone of worry. The small glint of concern was what bothered him, even more-so than the anger. He worried for himself enough, he didn't need to worry Roy, too.
Lately he could only see himself as a fool who was wallowing in self-pity, and that wasn't what he wanted to be. He wanted to be strong, to get through all this as easily as his friend was. He should have been more composed, kept himself together better. There was a lot of 'should have's. But all he could do was wish these were the things he was.
The male lifts his head at the sound of someone approaching, his heart dropping into his stomach at the sight of who it was. Suddenly the air was tense as he spoke, the cold tone like daggers in his skin. He winces somewhat at the sound, his eyes drifting down towards his paws again. Really, he didn't have an answer--not one he would find satisfactory, at least. "I hate sitting back, knowing that there's awful things going on back in Amestris," he starts off slowly. He tests his words before he says them, not wanting to pull a nerve. He wasn't too eager to make the bobcat angry again. "I just want to go back. I know the consequences, but since we're technically dead, I just figured...,"
He stops then, heaving a long sigh. This definitely isn't helping his case, but he asked, and he doubted he could get away with not answering.
He had seen him angry before. Many times, really. But this was the first time such rage had been directed at him. During his time isolating himself after the incident, it was all he could think about, his glare that had an undertone of worry. The small glint of concern was what bothered him, even more-so than the anger. He worried for himself enough, he didn't need to worry Roy, too.
Lately he could only see himself as a fool who was wallowing in self-pity, and that wasn't what he wanted to be. He wanted to be strong, to get through all this as easily as his friend was. He should have been more composed, kept himself together better. There was a lot of 'should have's. But all he could do was wish these were the things he was.
The male lifts his head at the sound of someone approaching, his heart dropping into his stomach at the sight of who it was. Suddenly the air was tense as he spoke, the cold tone like daggers in his skin. He winces somewhat at the sound, his eyes drifting down towards his paws again. Really, he didn't have an answer--not one he would find satisfactory, at least. "I hate sitting back, knowing that there's awful things going on back in Amestris," he starts off slowly. He tests his words before he says them, not wanting to pull a nerve. He wasn't too eager to make the bobcat angry again. "I just want to go back. I know the consequences, but since we're technically dead, I just figured...,"
He stops then, heaving a long sigh. This definitely isn't helping his case, but he asked, and he doubted he could get away with not answering.