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(See Chapter 3)
Maes rapped lightly on the front door, and then after a couple of moments without any answer, pressed the doorbell. He heard it ringing loudly inside Roy’s front hall, and at last an answer came.
“It’s open, Maes!” the man’s voice came hollowly through the door. “Just come in – I’m kind of occupied!”
Maes turned the knob and found that the door was indeed unlocked. (He’d have to speak sternly to his friend about that; couldn’t have him leaving himself too vulnerable with some pyro wandering the streets with possible vengeance on his mind.) Stepping into the front hall – and, incidentally, locking the door behind him – he briefly allowed his eyes to adjust to the dimmer inside light, and then walked further in. It was much warmer in here than in the cooler morning air outside. The sun had only just risen a few minutes ago.
( Roy Mustang under stress )
(See chapter 5 part 1)
Maes rapped lightly on the front door, and then after a couple of moments without any answer, pressed the doorbell. He heard it ringing loudly inside Roy’s front hall, and at last an answer came.
“It’s open, Maes!” the man’s voice came hollowly through the door. “Just come in – I’m kind of occupied!”
Maes turned the knob and found that the door was indeed unlocked. (He’d have to speak sternly to his friend about that; couldn’t have him leaving himself too vulnerable with some pyro wandering the streets with possible vengeance on his mind.) Stepping into the front hall – and, incidentally, locking the door behind him – he briefly allowed his eyes to adjust to the dimmer inside light, and then walked further in. It was much warmer in here than in the cooler morning air outside. The sun had only just risen a few minutes ago.
( Roy Mustang under stress )
(See chapter 5 part 1)
