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[Roy Mustang]

Oh man, oh man Roy couldn't describe how pissed he was regarding this whole Tanglewood situation. Roy had been on board for the peace talks, believing that Bastilleprisoner would make an agreement with Beck that the two groups would leave each other alone, promise not to cause problems. What he didn't expect, or even bother to think, was that Bastilleprisoner would propose an alliance with an untrustworthy, out of control, insane leader. If it was possible for steam to radiate off of his body, he would be steaming with anger right now. He's upset that this potential alliance was unheard of, that Bastilleprisoner didn't even bother to discuss it with his clanmates. Plus, Roy is rather upset that he's stuck in this den, unable to do anything about it if he wanted to. But, it seemed like it was Roy's lucky day. Bastilleprisoner is coming to him.

When Roy was resting or getting his wound redressed, Roy doesn't do very much here. So, the Flame Alchemist wasn't busy at all, no. There's nothing to be busy with in here- if anything, the Clerics den is rather boring. Which is why the Flame Alchemist tries to walk around as much as he can each day- so he can get himself out of this boring den and to get himself used to walking with three legs. Roy was trying to rest, when his ears pricked up at the sound of paw steps entering the den. For the past few days, Roy has memorized the paw steps of Rin and Rad, and this didn't sound like either of them. Roy opened his eyes, his gaze instantly landing on the leader, Bastilleprisoner. "Uh, hi. You busy?" Roy heard Bastilleprisoner's words clearly, the bobcat sitting up to get a better look at the Astral Seraph. What exactly did Bastilleprisoner want? Roy and Bastille weren't exactly that great of friends- Roy actually wouldn't consider the leader to be a friend at all. Perhaps acquaintance, maybe.

It didn't take long for Roy to realize why Bastilleprisoner was here. The subject was automatically directed to his stump, which was recently redressed, and re bandaged. Roy didn't want to talk about his leg, nope- that's not what is on his mind. "My leg is fine, thanks for asking." He said quickly with a frown, ears drawing back to his skull, making it clear that he didn't want to focus on it. "Now that my leg is out of the way, I have a question for you."

"What the fuck were you thinking, Fullmetal?"

By the time the name came flying out of Roy Mustang's maw, it was too late to take it back. This isn't the first time he's seen his subordinate in Bastilleprisoner, but it's certainly the first time he's called him by that name. He was positive that he'll confuse Bastille for a moment, but he can easily wave it off.

Roy's eyes narrowed to slits, gaze locking on the feline with a serious, angered expression- it wasn't a face you would want directed at you from the Flame Alchemist. "Making an alliance with Tanglewood? How stupid are you?" He began to snap, lips curling back into a snarl through anger. "For truth's sake, what the fuck did you think a peace talk meant?"

"You're putting your trust into that clan who's ran by an out of control, insane, maniac- who has captured and harmed Lunafreya, tried to kill me and you. How long do you think this sudden, newfound trust of yours is going to last before this damn alliance crumbles to the ground?"

"Seriously Fullme- Bastilleprisoner, this is disappointing. You're supposed to be better than this!"