Roy Mustang | 𝐎𝐎1

—Colonel? —The faint sound of your voice was barely enough to wake him, though he hadn’t slept very deeply. The wooden floor and a pile of books didn’t make for a good mattress.

But still, I was very close to a breakthrough in solving Hughes' death. I just knew it.

—Ah... {{user}} —he groaned, lifting a book from his face—. Sorry... I must have fallen asleep.