LAST NIGHT TOOK AN L | MEETING 6.10

[Roy Mustang]

At Bastilleprisoner's call, the three legged bobcat limped his way over, ears drawn back to his skull as he did so. He probably should stay in the Cleric's den for this meeting, but he wasn't sure if there'd be anything important he'd miss out on hearing. Anyways, he can use this as an excuse as getting used to his three legs; he should take any opportunity to walk around to get used to it, after all. When he arrived, the Flame Alchemist listened carefully, his blue gaze locking on Bastilleprisoner. There were some newcomers, no names that sounded familiar to him. Roy was probably recovering when these people joined, they'll just have to get to know him later, and then Roy can decide if they can have his trust or not.

What angered the male was the next announcement, a fucking alliance with Tanglewood. Roy thought Bastilleprisoner went over there for peace talks, not a fucking alliance! They could have easily decided to be neutrals, decide that they will stay out of each other's way for a bit. Roy couldn't help it but wonder who the hell thought it was a good idea to ally with them. Roy can only see this turning out badly, he was pissed that the guy who tried to kill him two months ago is now showing up soon to give them gifts. A scowl made it's way onto Roy Mustang's features, ears drawing back to his skull. Roy debated speaking up, it was probably expected as how many times Roy has spoken up during meetings- whether it was during Starrynight's reign or now Bast's- but he kept his mouth shut. His expression enough was good enough to indicate that he's pissed, and not happy with the decision.

Oh, and there were some promotions, an ambassador announcement, and a ton of titles announced too. While Roy listened to them, Roy didn't bother to make any comments. He didn't congratulate his clanmates on their promotions, there were certainly come that deserved it, but he was still rather angry about the alliance with Tanglewood to speak up. He wouldn't have sounded like he was genuinely proud of them, he'd just sound like he's barely containing his anger inside. He didn't say a word as Bastilleprisoner finished his announcements, the Flame Alchemist almost smoking with aggravation.