05-06-2018, 06:31 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"]How had he got the hat, and where did it come from? Who knew, really. Either way, Hughes could be seen trotting towards the observatory with the brim of a bright red hat caught between his teeth.
It flopped with each step, only adding to the comical nature of his pleased expression. The corners of his mouth turned up into a grin as he came to a stop in the center of the building. For him and his friend, the past few days had been difficult. They both had recently found out that Roy was, in fact, dead, with no hope of returning to Amestris. Of course, it was devastating to them both, knowing how hard they had worked. It felt like it had all been spit back in their face.
But the lab was determined for things to change. Even if things would never return to the way they were, they could at least make the best out of their situation. Moping about wouldn't do anything, after all. It wouldn't bring them back to life, nor would it magically save everyone back home.
So, with his usual cheerful attitude, he plops down and scoots the firemen's hat behind him so it was hidden from view. Ever since he had extinguished the flames Bastille had created, he couldn't get the image of Roy wearing one out of his head. What better gift was there to give? "Hey, Roy, c'mere. I got a present for ya, buddy," he can't help but chuckle suspiciously, looking way too happy with himself.
It flopped with each step, only adding to the comical nature of his pleased expression. The corners of his mouth turned up into a grin as he came to a stop in the center of the building. For him and his friend, the past few days had been difficult. They both had recently found out that Roy was, in fact, dead, with no hope of returning to Amestris. Of course, it was devastating to them both, knowing how hard they had worked. It felt like it had all been spit back in their face.
But the lab was determined for things to change. Even if things would never return to the way they were, they could at least make the best out of their situation. Moping about wouldn't do anything, after all. It wouldn't bring them back to life, nor would it magically save everyone back home.
So, with his usual cheerful attitude, he plops down and scoots the firemen's hat behind him so it was hidden from view. Ever since he had extinguished the flames Bastille had created, he couldn't get the image of Roy wearing one out of his head. What better gift was there to give? "Hey, Roy, c'mere. I got a present for ya, buddy," he can't help but chuckle suspiciously, looking way too happy with himself.