Trial and Error (Liyang/Open)

[Michelangelo Masters]

Michelangelo walked around the city with his hands in his pockets, whistling a merry tune to himself. "Man, life sure is great." He said happily to himself as he continued walking aimlessly, just out to get some fresh air. He knew he should be helping with the reconstruction efforts, but he was getting tired and needed to relax for a bit. All work and no play made Mikey a dull boy, and a cranky one.

"What can a guy get into to get his mind off things in this city?" He wondered aloud, as he continued walking. He yawned, pulling a hand out of his pocket to cover his mouth. Maybe he should just go for a nap back at home or something? No, he had a feeling that wouldn't be a very good idea. He'd hate to see how angry someone higher in command would be if they found him slacking off, especially someone like Roy Mustang, that'd be a nightmare. He shuddered at the thought before brushing it away. 

Typical, he chose to take a day off and was bored as hell with nothing to do. Just his luck! He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. Maybe he should go grab some lunch or something? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea! Where was the nearest restaurant again?

[Liyang Yoon]

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was hiding behind the fluffy clouds providing shade to the world. The wind seemed to be flowing ever so nicely. The cool breeze brushed against the boy's face, causing him to smile. The streets were crowded. Liyang Yoon strode through them, but he did not have his same confident gait. No, he walk was much different now, it was that of someone who was lost. Also he was not wearing his military uniform. Instead, he had ditched it for a hooded cloak, the hood shrouding his face in darkness. Walking in silence, not boasting, was so unlike Liyang, but he just felt horrible.

He slowly crossed the streets, trying to figure out what exactly he was going to do with his life now. A car stopped abruptly before him and honked loudly, he spared it only enough attention to offer a rude hand gesture before his mind was once again on watching where he was going. He was lost in his own thoughts... Still, broken over what happened on his first mission. It was turning out that this lifestyle might not be the right choice for him.

He stumbled down the street, passing by the people. Suddenly, he bumped into a young man who looked around the same age as him. "... Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going."