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Everything seems to have quieted down now.  How many Amestrians are still here?



[ooc:  She'd rather not hear from the Homunculi, but feel free to bug her.  It would keep her updated on how many of you still remain, too.]

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Date: 2010-05-08 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Kitten moves out of the way when Riza comes to stand in front of Jean and there isn't much prying needed, maybe just some coaxing before he lets go of the glass in his hand.

He does do what she says though, he stops it all entirely and just stares/glares at the place he chose until he makes it to her feet where the glare is lessened. He's not angry with her after all.]

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Date: 2010-05-08 09:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Jean freezes in spot when her hands fall onto his cheeks, suddenly he wishes that he shaved this morning. It's not so much her words but her vicinity that has him so captured, being touched affectionately like that has been on his mind constantly. Sure, the least likely person he thought it would be is Riza Hawkeye.. but he'll take it where he can get it at this particular time. He feels broken, used, un-needed, hollowed out, dead inside- he could be in a room full of a thousand people and still feel alone.

But that touch. Not so much who it's from, but the affection behind it is true enough for him.

Before her hands fall too far away, his catlike reflexes capture one of her wrists. His grip is strong but nothing close to what the full extent of Jean Havoc's brutish ability to hold something could be. It's soft enough a grasp to let her know he's not intending harm and brings her tinier hand back slowly up toward his cheek. His eyes close at its approach and his head bows to meet her arm half way so she's not over-extending it. Ever so gently the hand previously holding her wrist slips upward and he cups the back of her hand with his large one, nestling his cheek into her soft hand.]

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Date: 2010-05-08 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Dangerous indeed, luckily Jean's mind isn't so clouded over that the way her hand curls doesn't signify some sort of twisted caress. That realization hits him pretty hard and he instantly lets go of her hand, his eyes opening again to hers.]


...Thank you.

[Not sorry, he's not, but thank you instead. However the next thing he does is grab wherever she put his drink and throw it back, wincing it all the way down while he drains the beakerish glass. That done he clears his throat while the burning sensation still lets him know he's alive, hitting his chest with his hand a bit. Yeesh, hardcore burn.]


I won't try it again, Lieutenant, y'can relax. I just got caught up n' it won't happen again I guarantee.

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Date: 2010-05-08 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Jean stares down at Kitten when she crosses back in his view, headed back to her litter since it seems things are under control. For a long while he looks at Riza and her concern for him. He's not misinterpreting it and that's obvious from his body language, he's just trying to assess it.]


Don't worry about me.. I'll ..
[He doesn't know what, but quickly words don't fail his idiot brain now.]


Get over it, I guess. Like th'other times, I'll get over it.
[That was definitely more for her than him. But gaining pity isn't what he's after and it was a sincere try to calm her even though his thoughts haven't changed truthfully.]

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Date: 2010-05-08 11:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Jean looked to the places that Riza had when she says key words, like the alcohol bottles. It's not that Jean needs a mother/his mother to survive or know how to take care of a place - but the not too gentle reminder that he was living like someone who didn't care to live never hurt.

He nodded his head to that too. He understands what she means.]


Little easier said than done, Lieutenant. Only reasons I got anymore t'bother even gettin' out of bed is th'girls n' trainin' right now. If they didn't have other little guys n' gals t'take care of .. I've at least been tryin' t'do things though... Man named "Gai" here's been teachin' me about th'way they fight back at his world.

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Date: 2010-05-08 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Jean's free hand again rubs over his face, setting that glass down. If he re-fills it he'll empty it again and he's not too keen right now on the idea of buzzing around Riza right now.

He gives her a politely timed smile to hers.]


..Well .. I have been wantin' t'see if I can find a goat.

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Date: 2010-05-09 12:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Jean watches her suddenly start to try and collect that bit of his life and put it straight .... and feels instantly guilty. He sighs softly, nodding his head as he crosses to the cupboard and begins to put the bottles together. He'll take them out at least.]


Yeah. A goat.. they give off milk n' they're small. I don't have much room out there in th'back n' thought it'd be somethin' good t'have around. Not gonna convert Ai's ....er.. Th'guest house into an animal shelter. So a goat'd have t'do.

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Date: 2010-05-09 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Jean indeed is gathering bottles up and sets them into a wooden box, but no, he doesn't see what she's doing. He doesn't really notice she's slowly trying to show him he can still get things done and live normally. He just feels bad that Riza at all went to do any work as a guest.]

Yeah same.. I won't need that much milk every day so maybe I can ship it off t'some people in rotation each day. Give everyone else a little somethin' else right?

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Date: 2010-05-09 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2ndlt-jeanhavoc.livejournal.com
[Jean sets the last of the bottles into the box, turning around when she says 'right and then nods his head slowly.]


Yes Ma'am.. I'll make sure t'pick up proper.

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