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fandomtownies2008-03-08 02:53 pm
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Trooper Station - Saturday
Roy was still in a good mood when he entered his office that morning. The trip back to Amestris had been fruitful and he was more than a little pleased with the changes going on in his country. A lot of it seemed to be happening without him and he was fine with that, but the reinstating of the police forces was something he'd personally started and it had been gratifying to see it come to a successful end. Not that it was the only thing contributing to his good mood. Apparently there were certain perks to coming back to Fandom.
A good mood that seemed to increase when he found his office free of any clutter or dust bunnies. His desk was almost sparkling and he wondered if Ralph had gone on a spring cleaning binge.
A good mood that would rapidly disappear as he suddenly got jumped by something coming from his blind spot that had been hiding behind his couch. Roy struggled and he couldn't see or do anything as he was attacked. He tried to pull what felt like a rag away from his face while something prickly and rough hit him several times over the back of his head.
Suddenly it released him and Roy staggered back to fall down on his couch, unable to do anything but watch as a dust broom and a huck towel fled the room. Somehow, he didn't feel cleaner.
A good mood that seemed to increase when he found his office free of any clutter or dust bunnies. His desk was almost sparkling and he wondered if Ralph had gone on a spring cleaning binge.
A good mood that would rapidly disappear as he suddenly got jumped by something coming from his blind spot that had been hiding behind his couch. Roy struggled and he couldn't see or do anything as he was attacked. He tried to pull what felt like a rag away from his face while something prickly and rough hit him several times over the back of his head.
Suddenly it released him and Roy staggered back to fall down on his couch, unable to do anything but watch as a dust broom and a huck towel fled the room. Somehow, he didn't feel cleaner.
Front desk/lobby
Sheriff's office
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*has no smutty icons, woe*
He is naked in this doushin?
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Mmmmmm belly. *licks*