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[Ever since New Years, he's taken to trying to stay indoors when he can, venturing out only when necessary. Since the arrival of a certain short blond alchemist's parents, he's been trying to keep an even lower profile... because it's cold outside, and automail is metal, and getting punched by a cold metal fist is not high on his list of priorities.

After all, what if it was like getting your tongue stuck to an ice cube? What if he wound up stuck to Edward's arm? And of course, this opens up a whole new can of worms that he doesn't even want to think about because he isn't the one with the metal limbs...

But even more pressing is the fact that he's noticed something here and there on the floor of his apartment: feathers. His feathers. Not a lot, but definitely not just one or two. This means the question must be asked, and so he turns to the journal and its video function.]

Perhaps someone else will be able to answer this, but is this [A pause as he turns the journal to point at the feathers on the floor] normal?

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Well, now you know the downside to playing it up. I'd say don't worry about it unless it keeps going for more than a few days. At that point, visiting the clinic would probably be a good idea.

Nice to meet you.

Sadly. With my Lieutenant, it usually resulted in no special treatment and still having to process paperwork. She wasn't one to let me get away with much.

[...Oh. He meant the part about not recognizing symptoms. Oops.]

Likewise.

Ah.

[That simple word carries so much unsaid, Roy. So. Much.]

Just arrived?

A few months ago, actually. At times it feels like it's been a lot longer.

Yeah; I know what you mean. Keeping track of time in this place can get a little disorienting.

I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who thinks so.

Pretty sure they have calendars somewhere.

[Derek falls silent; small talk with a stranger isn't a driving force right now.]

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