"Psst, Rebecca..."
*cue obscene hand gesture*
"Could you?"
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Hurt flashes in Rebecca's eyes though she tries to push it away. The realization had hit her, Riza didn't /want/ to see her. That's not like Riza at all and it's troubling but she drops it. "Yeah, fine. I get it. I'll let you be on your way then. Wouldn't want to keep you from your work."
Seeing Rebecca is like glimpsing a flash of the woman Kimblee had slowly broken. Her friends exist only in the safety of the past, and seeing one of them now--concerned, upset, interested...
Her hand darts out and closes over Rebecca's wrist, unaware of the chill in her own fingers.
"I wish I could," Riza says quietly, glancing behind at the approach of footsteps. Only a corporal, buried in his report. "I'm really sorry."
She lets go, half-turning.
"I have to get back."
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Fingers once nimble and coated in accuracy fumble
as the familiar weapon at hand feels foreign to his
touch. The attempt to become familiar yet again is
disconcerting, though he tries to ease his apprehe-
nsions with a mantra coaxed in lies.
It's a step towards recovery.
It's necessary
It's the only way.
It's a step towards recovery.
The firearm remains half-cocked as he sits in the
back of the Amestrian Military's Shooting Range;
his old nighttime getaway— a practice in secret.
Motivation does not factor in his lack of movem-
ent. His sole goal sitting in the abandoned room
is to regain control of himself, his life, and to not
allow his ailments to determine his worth.
Though, he lacks the confidence in his strength
to stand, to walk on his own to the window, and
to withstand the recoil. He fears the failure.
Pulling his crutch under is arm, Jean stands,
and makes his way to the window—- trying to
muck some pride in the short walk; at least with
the support he wouldn't fail before reaching his
destination. The paper's outline sits some
meters away as the heat emanating from his
body fogs his goggles. Setting the crutch to the
side, Jean stands straight, gaining his posture
and confidence in his movements . To his
surprise, his legs hold him up, and don't waver
—- a smile settles on his lips as he adjusts the
gun to prepare his fire. His aim doesn't falter—
staying in tune to his past form almost precisely.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Fire.
There's a brief moment before the trigger pulls, an
ecstasy pouring through his veins— it's so liberating.
The try would be worthwhile just for the feel alone.
The power, the control, the regain of his core and
sanity. And all within an instant the p a i n comes
shooting through up to his knees crawling up his
spine. The gun falls on the ledge, and a scream
suppresses in the back of his throat—- a light groan
all that surfaces. Legs collapse quickly thereafter, his
hands fall to the ledge to support his weight.
He c a n ' t do it.
He is a f o o l to try.
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"Do you want to feel it kicking?"
He doesn't answer, at least, not out loud. Instead, he places a welcoming hand upon he growing belly as he smooths over her shirt to outline the protruding bump. Hands roams and settles, feeling with delicacy a touch of the life within. Nearly a few seconds pass before Rebecca reaches down to adjust his position, knowing clearly where their child lay.
Since he was young, Jean had always wished to raise a family with a woman he loves. He had always pictured a woman, tall and thin, blue eyes and long hair, assets perfect as she holds his child. She would get along with his mother and the two would laugh. She would smile, and as would he, her ring— his promise to her— resting beautifully on her slender finger... Though, after time the fantasy faded and he grown to inwardly accept his fate.
Now, standing cautiously in front of Rebecca, hand on her belly, he feels the softest of movements— one only to verify of what was to come.
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"Rebeccaaaa~~~~ You're the best thank you for that advice! I did wonderful and that date was incredible and I got kisses and snuggles and I'm so happy."
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secondltcatalina replied to your post:"A--nurse. Really. You didn't think to look somewhere closer to home?"
because Falman and Fuery said they did and Breda and Havoc didn’t say that they did. He was gonna take Hayate so that means he doesn’t, too.
mhmm thats what i wasn't going to say but idk if he just said that as a joke and i have a feeling i also got it from another episode but i just remember something about him having his own place idfk man i haven't watched fma/fmab in like a year and a half hahah
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