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MCA #7 - Morning
Nov. 18th, 2007 03:30 pmRoy was feeling marginally more human after sleeping most of the previous day. He couldn't quite remember having slept this much since his recovery from the fight with the fuhrer. He supposed that he shouldn't complain about it as exhaustion meant fewer dreams, something that was even rarer.
The apartment was filled with the scent of fresh coffee and Roy was sitting at the dinner table, eating cereal as he skimmed through another alchemy book while the radio played softly in the background. It was nothing more than background noise and he wasn't paying any attention to the music, just like he wasn't taking in much of anything he was reading as he worried about not having heard anything back from his new detective.
The apartment was filled with the scent of fresh coffee and Roy was sitting at the dinner table, eating cereal as he skimmed through another alchemy book while the radio played softly in the background. It was nothing more than background noise and he wasn't paying any attention to the music, just like he wasn't taking in much of anything he was reading as he worried about not having heard anything back from his new detective.
