Noah rubbed his temples silently, looking over the papers spread out on his desk with no small amount of frustration. “How on earth…?” he began, shuffling a few of the papers and rearranging them carefully into a small stack. “How did the reconstruction budget get so out of control? Someone’s been spending too much.” As he spoke, he clasped his forehead in his hands, quietly anticipating the headache to come. He certainly wished he had a distraction from all of this. Going over budget reports and acquisition forms was a pain in the ass that he didn’t need. If he’d known he’d be pushing papers and sitting at a desk all day when he signed up to be in the service…he might’ve just stayed home. His grandfather had always made the military sound exciting, and while he was just a lowly private, an enlisted man, it was.
But now that he was a Brigadier General (Or ‘sir’ as his subordinates called him; he chuckled at the thought) everything was paper, pens and just a bunch of forms. The writing was starting to blur together, and the words started to make no sense. He glanced up at his clock, and then around the wide, spacious confines of his office. The couches and the low table in the middle, reserved for entertaining higher ranks if needed, sat unused and looking oh-so-comfortable. Noah longed to stretch out and just lay down on one. He was about to rise from his seat, when the door opened, and a female officer, complete with a miniskirt that Noah quite appreciated, slipped inside, balancing a tray with a kettle and cups laden on top. She stood at attention, and Noah was impressed with how she managed to salute and keep the tray balanced all at the same time. “Sir, I’ve brought your afternoon tea,” she informed, heels clicking together. Noah chuckled softly, a roguish smile curling over his handsome face.
“At ease, Sergeant. You don’t have to be so formal about the tea.” He waved her off, and the woman’s cheeks burned a deep scarlet as she edged into the room and gracefully set the tea set down on the table in the middle, her smile shy and somewhat coquettish as she batted her eyelashes his way. “Of course, sir. Please, enjoy your tea. And let me know if there’s anything at all I can do for you.” She saluted once more, and Noah grinned deeply as she slunk out of the office, amused at her innuendo. It was very well known around the offices that he was a ‘lady’s man,’ and was able and very willing to take out just about anything with nice legs and a pretty face. But that aside…Noah eyed the tea set appreciatively, standing up from his desk and giving in to the urge to walk over to his couch and flop down on it, arms folded behind his head. He thought about grabbing a cup of tea, but for now, he’d rather rest his eyes. If he was lucky, no one would come in and bother him (or see him acting so…un-leader-like). But his luck usually didn’t hold out long when it came to matters like these.
((As for his human form...I basically picture Roy Mustang from Full metal Alchemist, but with dark gray hair and peach eyes~ XD))
It had been ages since Thompson had atcually been in warfare and now he was rather bored with his career. Since the officer he was assigned to had risen s much in rank he has left to do paperwork which in turn left Thompson with nothing to go but train younger medics. That was something that Thompson did not find to be very entertaining, and rather vexing at times. The recruits were getting lazier and lazier with each passing year and Thompson found it to be intorlerable. The only thing that kept him going was Noah. While he wouldnever say it out loud he had deep feelings for the man and wanted to always be there in case he needed him.
