04 { mar 2: early morning } { video }

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[Hughes' expression is fairly unreadable.]

Hey, is anyone else able to contact Roy Mustang? I can't seem to get a hold of him. I can't contact Hawkeye either.

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Sorry. I guess I still feel a bit guilty about things...

Yeah, hehehe. What did you think had happened?
As far as I know, no, they don't.

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[motherofthesun]

Why do you feel guilty?

I don't know. I thought your hair did that naturally somehow.
Oh good. I wouldn't like my fur slicked back like that.

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I'm supposed to be dead. I wasn't meant to ever see him again because I messed up.

Oh. Hahaha! Really? I guess it might seem like that. Some people have thought that too, but my hair isn't magically gravity defying. The little bit that refuses to stay back does so because it'd much rather be in front of my face, hahaha!

...but it would be funny to do it some time. Probably. [Yes. Picturing Ammy with the fur on her hair sticking in an human hairstyle was kind of cute. At least for a few photos. Hughes chuckles.]

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[motherofthesun]

Messed up or not, that's no reason to punish yourself.

Oh, I get it.

Please, don't get any ideas.

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Hehehe. I wish it was easy for me to forgive myself, but messing up ended up hurting everyone I cared about. Even if they don't hold it against me, I... I swore to protect them with my own hands, but now I can't anymore.

...hehehehehehehe. What ideas? [Too late, Ammy.]

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[motherofthesun]

I'm sorry to hear that.

I may have to walk the opposite direction of you for a while.

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It happens. The only thing I can do now is make sure I don't mess up here, too, I guess.

Aw! How can you say that, Ammy! What about pets and hugs and scratches? You don't want them anymore?

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[motherofthesun]

Well, you have extra help and support here.

I do, but I don't want gel in my fur.

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Heh. True enough.

Hey! It's not that bad... Besides, it'd only be a little! And then we can wash it out later! No big deal, see?

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[motherofthesun]

[Pause]

Fine, but only a little.

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Heeheehee!! Yaaaay!

[If that sounded girlish...it was because it was.]

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[motherofthesun]

[She has to chuckle, but since she's texting, her end is silent]

How silly do you intend on making me look?

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Not silly! Cute! Very cute!

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[motherofthesun]

Cute? Well, that's fine then.

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Don't worry! You won't be disappointed!

[At least, so he thinks.]

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[motherofthesun]

Alright. The state of my fur will be in your hands.

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All right! Thanks, Ammy! Heehee! [He is so happy she indulges him so much.]

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[motherofthesun]

[He's nice enough; don't disappoint her.]

You're welcome.

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[comradery]

By the way, would Saturday be okay for you to come over? To do draw more pictures. I'll make you food too, and we can play around and such. If not, is there a better day for you?

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[motherofthesun]

I don't think I have anything planned right now so that would be fine!

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[comradery]

Okay, cool! You could probably just come by during the day then, so it can be goofing off a little and then lunch and then other stuff. How's that sound?

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[motherofthesun]

That sounds like fun!

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Great! I'll let you know when you can come over then, hehe. See you then!

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[motherofthesun]

Later then, Hughes!