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This evening had been much talked off in the Amestris newspapers. The latest opera had been highly anticipated and as with most operas, the top of the Amestrian society was expected to attend. Including one General Roy Mustang. He'd been looking forward to seeing the actual opera more than the mingling part. Now that Aly was with him (and she was no longer male shaped), he minded going even less. Especially considering how good she looking that dress.

Their chauffeur dropped them off right at the entrance where the press were gathered, trying to get pictures of whoever came in. "They're like a pack of wolves," Roy sighed. He should have thought of this part. He'd rarely minded before, but he wasn't sure how good an idea it'd be exposing Aly to the papers. "We could take the side entrance."

Current Mood: uncomfortable

( By the time Roy had caught his train to Central, two days had already passed )

((So I got wordy and most of this is shamelessly stolen from Fullmetal Alchemist the Movie: Conqueror of Shamballa. Yes, this is what you get when I turn a movie in prose. Anyone who actually manages to read this gets chocolates. *nods*

Oh! And NFB, NFI, but for OOC! In case you were wondering.))