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[Kudos to Kelsie for actually RPing today >:T
I'm gonna get off ~ night c:]
fact ; o1 [Mitten's voice]
Mitt is a smoker, and the effect of him smoking so often is that his voice is rather rough and husky, opposed to the smooth and caramel sound he produced when he was in his earlier twenties (20-23). He's been smoking for about two years now.
“Uh-I dunno. I guess I could start out with somethin’ simple. How about mystery novels? Those are nice, I guess.”
“My mom used to read a bunch of romantic stories too. I’m not sure where she put them, or why she never let me read them, but if she read them all the time, maybe they’re interesting too?”
"Mystery...?"
"--... oh jeez, those haven't been updated in ages," he whispered to himself. Shrugging, he held out his hand and made a 'come on' gesture, signaling for the girl to follow him so he could fulfill her request.
"I'm sure the type of romance novels she was reading weren't the ones you had in mind." They're pretty damn interesting, all right. But he said that in his head, so no one else heard it but him.
Mitt watched her with careful eyes, noting that she was probably already irritated enough since she’d been here a good ten minutes but the Royboy hadn’t arrived yet. So, he decided to spare himself some good black eyes from Colonel Mustang and drop the flirting.
“Where’s your date, Hawkeye?”
The Colonel couldn’t keep time and with the man beside her asking question than he probably shouldn’t have and the blonde woman was more than annoyed. However, Riza knew better than to react to Mitt’s foolishness over even Mustang’s failure to be time. Cool, calm and collect was how she always had to behave, even if she didn’t really want to.
“I wouldn’t call exchanging papers with my superior officer as a date.”
"You're dressed all fancy though, aren't you?"
He took a sip of his scotch, his nose scrunching up in response to it. After four years of (legally) drinking this stuff, he still wasn't used to it. "That's a perky little skirt you're wearing... you got plans tonight?"
alittleflowergirl started following you
“You lookin’ to check out a book, sweetheart?”
He glanced at her over his glasses, his hands folded on the large, wooden desk that was stacked with books, most of them related to the military. Taking the shades off, he placed them gingerly on the surface, sizing up the girl a good deal.
“Anything to make the time go by quickly.”
“I’m not sure if I’ll even be interested in anything that you have here. Any suggestions? I’m willing to take anything, honestly.”
"Ah, I see..."
Moving himself from behind his spot, he walked towards her, the starchy librarian outfit itching his already sensitive skin. "Well, to give you a good suggestion -since that's what I'm here for-, I have to know what you like first, kiddo."
"D'you have a certain preference? I'm not going to just give you 'anything', since there are plenty of books we have here that aren't made for young eyes."
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A grin danced on his face, the slightest look of mischief plaguing his cerulean eyes. “Well,” he began, “there are plenty of people to entertain in this bar…” Motioning to the large crowd behind them, his drink splashed a bit around.
“—… but, none of them are as pretty as you.”
“And, y’know, you’re the only one sitting next to me.”
“You’re right.” she responded, her tone hiding the irritation that she was feeling. They were countless people in Madame’s bar on particular evening though it didn’t come as a surprise The work week for most was over and the time and opportunity to relax before the following one began was now.
“I’m sure you said that to every woman in this bar that sits alone.”
“And no one is stopping you from moving seats.”
Mitt watched her with careful eyes, noting that she was probably already irritated enough since she'd been here a good ten minutes but the Royboy hadn't arrived yet. So, he decided to spare himself some good black eyes from Colonel Mustang and drop the flirting.
"Where's your date, Hawkeye?"
alittleflowergirl started following you
"You lookin' to check out a book, sweetheart?"
He glanced at her over his glasses, his hands folded on the large, wooden desk that was stacked with books, most of them related to the military. Taking the shades off, he placed them gingerly on the surface, sizing up the girl a good deal.